i knew this was going to happen. i knew it. i knew i wouldn't make it a year. i came way closer than i thought i was gonna though. it seems like a super long time since i last wrote...it's only been a couple of weeks i guess.
-i got in a fight with a dad in my kids kindergarten parking lot. he couldn't count and was angry at me cuz i could. there were no punches thrown but damn i wanted to...there were just lots of words and middle fingers.
-i puked at work. i think it was the warmed up cheese and mayo sandwich mixed with a glass of wine and a heating blanket that got me. the puking happened shortly after i fell down the stairs btw. oh, and all this happened on desert party day at work...even the thought of cheese cake was enough to make me gag.
-i had a dream that made me furious to wake up from. that's never happened to me before. my alarm went off JUST as the good part was heppening. i attacked my alarm clock, tried to fall asleep as fast as possible, got pissed cuz i couldn't find the dream again and then just got up.
-i managed to dress homeless all week. seriously, at six a.m. i'm certain green stripes and brown and red plaid really do match. and then, at nine o'clock, while sitting in my cube, i realize that they REALLY don't. same thing with a black faded t-shirt with a white camera painted on it, a yellow sweater and a bright red skirt that looked like something june cleaver would don...
those are the major things...i think. i've been doing lots of baking but mostly lots of working. my house is a pit right now but the kid is at a sleep over so damned if i'm cleaning it tonight. i'm going to go drink some more wine...but skip the cheese sandwich this time...and enjoy my messy house.