Theatre of the Absurd

November:

1 painful "family" get together with my husband's side
1 sibling that I'm still not speaking to (I miss my brother - if, by some strange reason you see this, Jamous, call me)
1 killer migraine that made me miss work
2 minor but inconvenient surgeries for my husband
1 DEBIT CARD NUMBER STOLEN (and subsequently used at a Macy's in Miami) (we resolved the issue within hours - go Chase fraud protection)

STILL the best November in years.

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I'm starting to get annoyed by things that people are saying on the Internet, so it's time to not be online for a while.

Bye! Be excellent to each other!

(Party on, dude)

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I am posting this via iPhone from bed because I am thrilled to say that I MADE IT TO BED LIKE A BOSS.

You see, a half hour ago, I felt utterly stranded on the couch. Everything hurt. I was seriously contemplating sleeping on the couch. Sensibility intervened, thankfully. I told myself that anti inflammatories and an Ace bandage would help with the worst of it. I had no alarm. I had nothing to read until I fell asleep. The pups wouldn't have cuddled up with me (not when there's a perfectly good Dad asleep in the big, soft bed...screw Mummy and the couch). No comfy blankets on the couch. So I gritted my teeth and moved.

I have not ached so badly in ages. Exercise routine starts Monday, because I am only thirty one damned years old. I'm sick of feeling elderly before my time.

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Watching Access Hollywood. Betty White and two other actresses are being interviewed. Ms White is being asked questions. THE OTHER ACTRESSES ARE ANSWERING FOR HER. She's old, not incompetent! How utterly insulting to the current grande dame of the comedy world.

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An actual sentence I just said:

"I want to lock myself up in a room and read trashy novels by myself for a week. I want no pets and no husband for a week."

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I may not get to keep the kitten.

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10 MINUTES into my day, somebody said I had a bad attitude because I wad quiet and not bubbly, I assume. So now I'm going to get a complaint made against me.

I hate my job. And my life.

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Here.

Right here.

This is where I don't care anymore, and where I will henceforth stop wasting my time on those people and things that I do not actually like or do not actually mean anything.

Here. This journal entry, dated February 9th, 2011, at 1:43 CST.

Because, you see, I realized something. I do not actually like something that I previously thought was pretty important.

It's not.

I quit.

Time to infuse my life with the awesome I deserve.

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AND NOW, the evil whore who hit us has turned around and claimed a whole lot of bullshit that isn't true, such as, she had a passenger in the car when SHE HIT OUR CAR BECAUSE SHE WAS NOT PAYING ATTENTION. She didn't. We still get penalized. God, please let this get better.

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I hate my job.

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