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ladyoflorien) wrote2005-06-25 11:52 am
ladyoflorien) wrote2005-06-25 11:52 am
I would laugh if I wasn't so damn crazy...
And the hits just keep on coming. Yesterday was the day from hell. Something would go wrong and I'd think "It can't possibly get any worse than this," and then it would. And it just kept escalating into more and more ridiculous and outrageously frustrating and time consuming problems until by the end of the night I was on the verge of tears.
I pulled into my driveway at 11:23 last night, parked, flipped off my headlights and threw my head out the window to stare at the sky while "Every Breath You Take" by the Police continued to hum through my car stereo. The sky was black and bruised with the sickly white laceration the Milky Way makes, freckled with stars, some timid, some fierce, so concentrated in parts that you couldn't tell them apart; so sparse in others that the void could almost consume you. And below the trees, leaves tinted midnight and ice, near the ground where the grass retained it's throaty green hue, fireflies danced in circles, almost a half dozen of them. And their lights flashed forth and extinguished themselves again in time with the music, as though they knew the chorus word for word and were just trying to sing along. I sat there, and stared, and my eyes burned 'til they were moist with tears, and then it was all shapes and lights.
I flipped my lights back on and pulled in the garage, played a round of StepMania and went to sleep, thinking "Finally, it really CAN'T get any worse than this."
So far this morning I've overslept, not been able to take a shower, my cat peed all over my floor and all over my favorite pair of jeans, missed breakfast, left for work without my phone and had to come back and get it, finally got to work and got everyone bathed, fed, and clothed, and not even a half hour later Joann starts bleeding profusely from her upper lip. Three tissues, two moisty-naps, some gauze bandages, a clean shirt, and a couple pints of blood later, I'm back upstairs, positive that despite the fact that I wore rubber gloves I'm now going to get hepatitis. And, because this is how the world works, it's gonna kill me after a prolonged and painful death. Don't argue - it'll happen.
So now I'm gonna watch a depressing movie, and wonder what the afternoon holds in store for me and my crappy life. Gah.
I pulled into my driveway at 11:23 last night, parked, flipped off my headlights and threw my head out the window to stare at the sky while "Every Breath You Take" by the Police continued to hum through my car stereo. The sky was black and bruised with the sickly white laceration the Milky Way makes, freckled with stars, some timid, some fierce, so concentrated in parts that you couldn't tell them apart; so sparse in others that the void could almost consume you. And below the trees, leaves tinted midnight and ice, near the ground where the grass retained it's throaty green hue, fireflies danced in circles, almost a half dozen of them. And their lights flashed forth and extinguished themselves again in time with the music, as though they knew the chorus word for word and were just trying to sing along. I sat there, and stared, and my eyes burned 'til they were moist with tears, and then it was all shapes and lights.
I flipped my lights back on and pulled in the garage, played a round of StepMania and went to sleep, thinking "Finally, it really CAN'T get any worse than this."
So far this morning I've overslept, not been able to take a shower, my cat peed all over my floor and all over my favorite pair of jeans, missed breakfast, left for work without my phone and had to come back and get it, finally got to work and got everyone bathed, fed, and clothed, and not even a half hour later Joann starts bleeding profusely from her upper lip. Three tissues, two moisty-naps, some gauze bandages, a clean shirt, and a couple pints of blood later, I'm back upstairs, positive that despite the fact that I wore rubber gloves I'm now going to get hepatitis. And, because this is how the world works, it's gonna kill me after a prolonged and painful death. Don't argue - it'll happen.
So now I'm gonna watch a depressing movie, and wonder what the afternoon holds in store for me and my crappy life. Gah.