Tuesday, August 2

This particular Tuesday started out bad. See... more often then not I don't really realize I'm having a bad day till ya know, 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Last Tuesday was different because I had dreams all night that my ex-boyfriend was dating my nemesis from junior high and rubbing it in my face. Needless to say I woke up wanting to kick him in the junk. When I arrived at work that morning I found that my boss had a space plan he wanted me to draw up. So I spent a couple hours drawing it per his instructions. When I was finished my other boss came down and told me to change it. Ummm....right, that's time well spent. So I'm pissed at them, pissed at my ex, still I'm not aware I'm having a bad day. It gets kind of hazy at this point b/c some other annoying shit goes down at work with some reps and next thing you know I'm in a blind rage and just counting down the minutes till I can make it to happy hour. So I finally leave the office, I take a deep breath and calm myself with the thought of a cold brew in my hand shortly. I get home, i take the dog out, buy an overpriced plane ticket...and then i'm out the door for happy hour. I stop at my local 7-11 to acquire a pack of smokes b/c after the day i've had I'm not having a beer without a cigarette, when i realize i've left my wallet at home. So the beer starved raving bitch that i am by this point has to drive back to my house to get my wallet, then finally make it to the bar....I get to the bar, none of my "friends" even act that happy that I showed and I realize I need to make cooler friends which is just what you want to realize at the end of a bad day....so i drank till my friends were cool and then passed out....and so it goes, another terrible tuesday