Today I was the ball. If there was a week made up entirely of Mondays, this would have been the Monday of it. (Um, that made sense to me when I wrote it, but it could just be gibberish, so bear with me).
It started off with a crash when I opened the passenger side door of my car and my bag fell out on the concrete floor. When I picked up the bag, I found what was left of my Obama-Biden inauguration mug and my flowerpot mug that I got when I was a first year associate in NYC. When I got upstairs and started making my coffee (in my sole remaining mug, the one I picked up at Publix three months ago that has absolutely no sentimental value or personal meaning) I spilled fat free half & half all over my desk. That stuff tastes pretty good as substitute-type foods go, but when it dries, it turns into some kind of petrochemical sludge that is impossible to remove. Someday the desk, the office and I will all be gone, but that toxic waste spill will still be there.
Then a hideous day at work which was actually so hideous I'm not even going to go into it here. In the middle of all that, a problem with Adobe Acrobat and my printer that I thought I'd solved reappeared, requiring me to shut down and restart twice. After a day like that, usually picking H-bomb up from school cheers me up immensely, but when I got there, the teachers told me that he'd been a bad listener all day, that he'd been refusing to sit in his seat, and he'd been screaming in the classroom. This is all very unlike him, but he acted like that the rest of the evening, and eventually got sent to bed without his evening ten minutes of television, and only one story.
On the bright side, the day is over and it's almost time to rest my head. Hopefully tomorrow when I wake up, I'll be the windshield, instead of the bug.
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