Mondays sometimes seem to be the longest days of the week. This one has been no exception. The puppy is making me cranky. And our bathtub exploded. And my ear hurts from my weekend at the lake. I'm hoping it's not some kind of scary worm that is going to make it's way into my brain and slowly eat away at my dignity (and, you know, brain-parts). I also just watched the bachelorette and decided that it's an awful show that makes me feel uneasy about love and sex and the whole shebang. With this being said, I sit on my couch feeling on the lower end of self deprivation, sensing that I'm the farthest I've ever been from many of the things I never knew I wanted. I know that doesn't make sense. But it does to me. And, last, but not least, I have a headache.
Ok. I'm finished.
On the up side, I did have a good weekend. And my family is coming into town this weekend. And the dog is sleeping right now, praise Jesus. I'm also about to go sleep, which sounds delightful.
Moral of the story: Don't watch the bachelorette while caring for a new puppy if you have an awful headache and have recently undergone a difficult breakup that most of the world views as obnoxious and obsolete. Oh, and if you just discovered sewage in your bathtub.