Because I’m a %&$*#^! Crybaby, That’s Why
I feel like total, utter, and complete crap. That little tickle in my throat last week has turned into one of those horrendous spring cold/allergy/whatevers that makes breathing impossible. Sleep more impossible. Clear-headed thinking unthinkable.
I’m quaffing copious amounts of tea this morning hoping it will open me up so I don’t have to mouth-breathe all day.
Yes, yes, I should be home in bed.
I should also have won the lottery a few weeks ago.
But that ain’t a-happenin’.
Got work to do and my OB to call (ovaries are totally overrated) and my headlights to get fixed and kids to run around and oh yeah, my boss to pounce on as he gets back from his 10-day vacation and meanwhile all hell broke loose with his pet project and thanksahellovalot, dude.
I’m sorry. Now I’m just ranting. I don’t mean to take it out on you. We only hurt the ones we love, right?
Could you at least give me some suggestions how to make it through the day? Is there some magic concoction I can mix up using office supplies and bad coffee and Monday Morning donuts that will give me the energy I need to make it through? Or some chant or other I can rock to? A bit of Magik you can throw my way? Good juju? A good slap in the face?