ammogirl

Wow, I am having…not a BAD day, so much, but just not a REGULAR day.  It started out fine, with the maintenance guy coming out to fix my dryer, which I have been holding shut with Gorilla tape for the past five months (sort of a pain in the ass.  I wouldn’t recommend it), but then I noticed I was having bad hair day.  I discovered why when I drove to work and had to park 1/4 mile away–in the 90 degree/one million % humidity.  I was hot.

And then at work I just felt blah.  I wasn’t cranky, I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone about anything.  I felt really hatey towards my job today, too.  Like, next month our paperwork comes down for IPCOT, which stands for In-Place Consecutive Overseas Tour, and while I want to stay here so the girls go to and graduate from one high school only, I think of doing another four years in the same position and it turns my stomach.

When it was time to go to PT, I walked the 1/4 mile to my hot ass all-black car, and by the time I got to the gym I was already soaked with sweat.  Then I dropped my earphones in the parking lot and stepped on the right one, leaving it crippled but maybe still serviceable, but since my iPod froze the minute I walked in the gym I will never know if the earphones survived my Godzilla stomping or not.

30 minutes of non-soundtracked cardio later (boring), I came home and showered and realized that although I’ve been working out like a maniac, doing strength, cardio, yoga and tennis six days a week, YOU CAN’T TELL.

Finally, when John came home I started making guacamole to go with our dinner, I became incredibly stupid and cut a lime while holding it in my hand, andddd…I cut my finger.  It’s deep!  And bloody.  And on my index finger, which makes it sort of hard to…do anything, really.

So there you have it.  I have had a bad Monday. And my finger is bleeding on my keyboard.  Gross.

Tschuss!!