I haven't written in a week, but for a valid reason. This has been my life: work til 5, edit video, work til 5, edit video, work til 5, edit video. And, if I'm lucky, I get to squeeze in some time to sleep or communicate with other humans outside of my office.
Today is simply just one of those days. A day when my alarm never went off because I was so tired the night before that I accidentally set it for 6:30PM; when my roommate mistakenly put her muddy, slush-covered boots on my nice winter hat that was drying on the entry way floor; when my car was an impenetrable frozen forcefield; when I noticed just how loudly my co-worker stomps down the hallway; when no one can do anything right to please me, and the fact that they keep trying is even more annoying.
Oh yes, it's one of those days.
I'm exhausted. And aggravated. And pouty. And acting like I'm 3 rather than 23. And I hate it more than anything because, on days like this, I really just want my mommy... but I'm never going to have you again.
Why does it have to be one of those days?