Today is one of those days. Life is absolutely aggravating today. My landlord is messing around with things on my front porch. Hubby is in class. I don't want to mess with the situation. The apartment is a mess. Only have two days to pack and move. We close on Thursday - that's a good thing, at least. Bella is a terror. My huge, unorganized paper on body image is due - the rough draft- a week from tomorrow. I spent 4 hours in the library doing research today. I can't get anything done!!! And - I can't have any carbs - or else I will be fat. What in the world doesn't have carbs besides nasty stuff? (Although, I guess that salad and frozen grapes aren't nasty. Or a great big, juicy steak cooked over an open fire...)
Can you sense the frustration?
"Give me something to break!"
Just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain...
And if my day keeps going this way I just might break your (bad word) face tonight...
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain...
And if my day keeps going this way I just might break your (bad word) face tonight...
I would love nothing more than to hit the gym for two - make it three - hours. This is a great mood to push your body to complete physical exhaustion to. Then, I would have a nice, steamy bubble bath and listen to Grateful Dead after all of the anger passed. Then, I would devour a salad and frozen grapes and pray that God would change my attitude. Then I would nestle into my competely neat and tidy little bed to watch Gone With the Wind while I drank Martinelli's Sparkling Cider (I know - it's silly. However, this is my wishful thinking.) and paint my toenails. Or look at the latest issue of In Style Magazine. Ah, so therapeutic.
However, it's back to reality. Tonight, I must write five pages - at least - of my paper. Then I must pack and clean this awful dumpy place. By that time, the creature inside of me will have me so tired I will not be able to move. I will not, however, be able to be comfortable either. So, that leaves me tossing in bed all night - praying for rest. Yeah!
However, it's back to reality. Tonight, I must write five pages - at least - of my paper. Then I must pack and clean this awful dumpy place. By that time, the creature inside of me will have me so tired I will not be able to move. I will not, however, be able to be comfortable either. So, that leaves me tossing in bed all night - praying for rest. Yeah!
1 comment:
Justttttt a thought. Could I come help you out today? After 1:30? You sound like you could use some extra hands and feet.
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