Wednesday, September 17, 2008

ugh

I am having one of those days where...

you wake up on a tiny triangle of the bed because that's the only space not occupied by either your husband or a dog which means that from the time you open your eyes until you go through your 16th shirt change, you're saying "OW, OW, OW" because your back is @*(@ing KILLING you and then when you get to work you're still so sleepy that you remove the pot from the coffee maker while its still brewing and manage to spill boiling hot water all over the place and then, THEN, when you get to your desk the number 9 key on your keyboard is inexplicably not working leading you to hear the Beatles repeating NUMBER NINE NUMBER NINE NUMBER NINE in your head over and over, only its much more annoying than you can possibly imagine, so you attempt to unstick the number 9 button using some off brand general antibacterial spray cleaner, managing only to now disable F6-10 and letters Y through P as well and then you just have to take a step away from your desk before you destroy something else and THANK GOD it is almost Friday and then it is right at that moment that you realize it is not, in fact Thursday, but Wednesday instead and you still have over 72 hours til the weekend and so you decide to loosen up a little by listening to the radio station you normally like, only the song that's playing is that $*@(ing Jason Mraz song in which he employs both a fake jamaican accent and white-boy scatting and you know that you're not going to be able to listen to that without jamming something in your earhole to shut it up so you consider it's probably a good idea to take an early lunch.

only it's 9:30am.

Yeah, that's what kind of day I'm having.

7 comments:

Mel Francis said...

please tell me you finally took a breath today...

Stinkydog said...

of course I did, at the commas.

Mel Francis said...

I guess I missed those...

Stinkydog said...

easy to miss. Since I can't drink, I'm now going to watch America's Next Top Model to de-stress. My life is sad.

Mel Francis said...

so what's my excuse? i can drink (and am) as I watch ANTM (what is up with J's weird gray hair?)

Not only that...I have my laptop on my lap as I google the latest polls on Sarah Palin. I am giddy from my head to my toes about the fact that prior to the Charlie Gibson interview she was +17 and now she's -1.

Robyn said...

Whew! Wait until it's the baby that barfed in your keyboard and made the numbers stick, much more tolerable then.....I promise. Or the two year old that slept with his foot in your back all night. Or the annoying song he/she just learned at preschool that you can't get out of your head. Wait, sounds like your ready for motherhood already!!! I mean dog poop isn't much different than kid poop except it's in a diaper and not your backyard.

fishdog said...

NUMBER NINE