This Is Just Not My Da y...

Bleh... or maybe not my week? Weekend?

Firstly, it's been raining off and on (mostly on and not off) for about a week or more. Probably more. But tarus have bad memories, so I'm not sure about the duration of the rainy period anymore. Suffice to say it's been too long.

Too too long.

Especially for this SoCal taru. Where's my gentle warm sunshine, demmit! Granted, we don't have seasons back home (there's summer and not summer), and leaves tend to just dry up and die as autumn falls across the land. But at least we had sun.

Then, my umbrella breaks. 'Cause, ya know, it's not enough for there to be practically non-stop water falling down from perpetually grey skies, but there's got to be frigging WIND to go along with it. Wind which whips at your half-frozen frame from every direction at once, sneaking past your layers of clothy protection to make you shiver (but not in a fun way...). Wind which mischievously tries to flip your hat (or cap) away, like some overgrown and invisible bully who derives twisted joy out of tormenting the weak and helpless. Wind which absolutely delights in tearing asunder that flimsy collection of aluminum wires and cloth you use as a shield against the deluge of water falling down upon your already sodden head.

So luckily I had a spare umbrella. And yet, for some odd reason, I felt compelled to go and buy yet ANOTHER umbrella. I don't know why, I just did. So I did.

Good thing, 'cause a week or so later I LOST MY SPARE UMBRELLA ON THE BUS!

-_-;;

Oh wait, not the end yet. Last Friday I went to the dentist to get a retreatment on my root canal from about 5 years ago. Seems the original procedure left some material behind. As in, nerve material. As in, "hey, I don't think I should be feeling what almost feels like an electrical shock when I bite with that tooth."

Root canal. Ew. Never fun. But as I have a very small mouth (shaddup Torias I dun need to hear it), it makes it very difficult for oral surgeons to work. So they had a bite guard. And a dental dam.

Both instruments are straight from the devil's own torture chamber. The bite guard about made me gag several times.

2 and a half frigging hours in the chair. As nice as the dentist and assistant were (and they were great), that is a LONG ASS TIME to spend in the chair with impliments of dental horror in your mouth.

The next day I woke up in the morning with a headache that made me want to die. Literally. It felt like my hair was throbbing, it hurt so bad. I barely managed to stumble out of bed, heat up some soup, eat half a bowl, down some Advil and then pass out again.

And didn't wake up until nearly 2 in the afternoon.

Dragged myself up, to have more soup, blearly too my asthma meds, put on some warm clothes, and trudged out into the rain to go to the bank. 'Cause, well... rumor has it that there's a possibilty that the paycheck might not go through if I don't get it in the bank right away...

>_>

Missed the bus on the way to the bank, 'cause traffic was too heavy to cross the street and the driver didn't wait.

<_<

Did I mention it was raining during all this? And that I forgot the umbrella?

-_-;

Walked, 'cause I was still bleary, and kinda in pain, and not thinking clearly, and a bit cranky. Got to the bank. Caught the bus back. Had more soup.

Bloody tired of frigging soup. Maybe I should adopt that as a battle cry.

Oh, and the receptionist quit at work, so guess who gets to sit up front, answer phones, be scrutinized by the president, and just generally be stuck doing stuff no one wants to do but needs to be done anyway?

...gee... this feels kinda familiar...

>_<

I can't even check personal e-mail.

;_;

And I thought I had a doctor's appointment today. But it wasn't today. It's next week.

-_-;;

...and now it's freezing cold, and one of the circuits in the apartment has shorted out. So half of the apartment is without power. Luckily the refrigerator is okay. But the stove is electric. And it's out. And I think the water-heater is on the same circuit. And... quite possibly the heater.

-_-;;;

And to top it all off, I can't find my maglite. So... if the rest of the power goes out, I'll be totally in the dark. Except for the little light from my cell phone.

Go me.

'Scuse me while I go back to freezing to death...