Monday, April 25, 2011

Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life

   And don't I know it. 
   So, today: not quite my day.  I didn't sleep more than a couple intermittent hours, got up late, and was exhausted all day. Then there was traffic and the bus got us all home late, which sent me into a tizzy trying to get ready to turn right around and go to counseling with Robyn [my mother].  When we got there, I dropped my phone in a puddle of water as I was getting out of the car. After that, I had to spend two miserable hours puttering around Ozark in a musty, roasting-hot jeep with her. That. Sucked. Now I'm home, I have the beginnings of what promises to be a migraine, my phone is laying in pieces in what will likely be a vain attempt to salvage it, and I'm exhausted. Again.
   And this week, I have something planned every night, so people will be needing to contact me. And all my numbers are in my phone.
   This wasn't my day.
   However, I will survive. ♪♫Well, that's the way it is; ya' gotta roll with punches♪♫, right?
   At least I don't technically have homework that's due tomorrow.....technically.......
Vale Nunc!

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