Fat Girl and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

Okay, I know, it's actually Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - but today it feels fitting. After all, it is one of my favorite books ever... and today was just one of those days.

Alexander went to bed with gum in his mouth, and woke up with it in his hair, not me. I went to bed with wet hair, and woke up with my unruly curls rioting everywhere. And of course - I woke up late. Or rather, I didn't wake up late, but I refused to get out of bed until 8 am. Which is well and good, but I have class at 9:00. This laziness sets off a chain of events. Because I refuse to get out of bed, I don't get a shower to tame the curls (besides, I took one last night), I also don't get time to eat an entire english muffin, or drink a full cup of coffee.

I get to class, and the power cable for my laptop is being persnickety and won't charge (I think I need to replace it, but who has the time or money for that).

Aside from that - my day looks up, I only have 3 hours of class today, and they're all in a row... and I know the answers to the professor's questions in the first class, and the professors in the second class let us out 25 minutes early.

That's where my luck ends. I get out of class to 4 text messages from my husband, all very annoyed. Which causes me to call him, and get in a snark with him over something stupid and petty... not fun. Then I have to go to the post office to mail something to him, and there are a million people in line and I get a cardboard cut on my finger (like a paper cut times 20!). After that I get to go home to fight with the cable company - they insist that I have a username and password set up, I insist that I don't.

I try to make my day better by having lunch with a friend. Except my food is bland, and not providing the comfort that it's supposed to, and the company is only mildly assuaging my frustration.

My afternoon goes better - happier results with the cable company... and I get to go to yoga... who doesn't love yoga? But today yoga leaves me feeling unfulfilled, and unrelaxed. I want to beat the crap out of things - but I'm not really that type of girl.

I get home from yoga to find an email from earlier still unanswered... and that just incites the rage all over again. I have the urge to shout from the rooftops - "SAYING NO IS BETTER THAN GIVING NO ANSWER!!!!" not that it will do me any good... but still.

I think I'm going to go to bed early, and try this again in the morning. And if it's not better... maybe I'll move to Australia.