More Than Christmas In The Air...

I think it must be some sort of angry gas or something. I woke up this morning and still felt sleepy. (I think that might have something to do with the Nyqil I took last night) but regardless, I still felt tired. We went to brunch and it was good..except for the ice they put in my orange juice. Who puts ice in OJ? Am I weird for not wanting ice in my OJ?

After brunch, we came home and Chris started putting up Christmas lights and I went to Sam's. Big mistake. HUGE. First of all..this stupid f-ing boot cast I have to wear is so freaking heavy..I feel like I'm walking around with a bucket full of concrete attached to my foot. So, I get into Sam's and it's packed. Packed to the gills. People were like pushing and shoving and giving other shoppers dirty looks. It was just weird. So, I didn't get many things..but I did get Shrek and Elf DVD's..but that's besides the point. Anyway, I ended up standing in line to check out for like 20 minutes and I have no idea why. There were only 2 people in front of me, plus the lady who was already checking out. But it took the lady who was already checking out like 15 minutes. I'm not sure if like..her credit card wouldn't go through, or her check was refused or what..but it really annoyed me. So, as I finally checked out, I got a soda. When I went to fill up my soda, I spilled it all over me....then, when I went to put the straw in, the soda exploded through the little straw hole. And well, that kinda sucked. So, as I go out to my car, after my wonderful shopping experience...I see like 6 people standing around my car. And 2 carts that look like they are smashed into my car. So, I get closer and realize that the 6 people belong to the car next to me, and the carts were just really really close to my car, not smashed into my car. So anyway, I put my stuff in the trunk and put my cart back..then realize that I cannot get into my car. So, I walk around to the front of the car and try to get in. I have to say EXCUSE ME like 5 times, really loud. Anyway, I get in my car and I'm sitting there switching CD's when I hear this *CLUNK*. I look up and I see this lady lipping "Sorry". She had hit my car with her door. I was pissed before, but now I'm really pissed. Probably a little more pissed than I should have been. So, I roll down my window and say "Did you just hit my car?" Except I was more bitchy than that. And she says "yes" and I say "Well, did it leave a mark?" and she says "No"..but I am skeptical. So, refer back to my earlier statement of saying how my cast boot feels like concrete...I couldn't really get in and out so easily to check...so I back out and write the license plate number down..and check it when I get gas. Which leads me into my next rant...

As I pull into QT by my house, I notice it's a clusterfuck. I mean, seriously busy. Not that that's any different than normal. It's always a clusterfuck...like..gas is going out of business and if everyone doesn't fill up in the next 2 seconds, the world will end. Anyway, I pull in and see an empty car, and decide to wait for them to come out. Well, while I'm waiting, people are cutting each other off, giving dirty looks, being mean, and just annoying me (like that's hard to do anyway). So, I wait...and wait...and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait. No car owner comes out. So, I'm thinking WTF ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? But I get no answer. I seriously wait for a pump for 15 fucking minutes. What is up with waiting 15 minutes for a frigging gas pump?!?! And WHY is QT always so fucking busy? Oh, so I did check my car, and there was no dent where the stupid lady hit my car. So, I didn't need the license number after all. Anyway, I finally got gas, and got outta there.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm just sleepy. Maybe I need a Zoloft or a Xanax..or maybe I just need a nap. I don't though. I've been on perm. nap mode for the past week. My house is wreck. A freaking wreck. Good thing the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow. I'm seriously going to leave her a big fat tip this week, along with a note, apologizing for the mess, explaining why everything is messy and asking her to forgive me. Oh, and I haven't done laundry in over a week. Chris did a few loads but not all of it. He's also been really good at cleaning up the kitchen, I just feel like a bum. I'm so tired of lying in my bed I could puke. I think I'm going to sleep on the floor in the kitchen for the next week, just to protest my sickness/injury bed. Did I mention I have a cold? I really hate the general public and the random germs they carry.

Now, I hate to say it but I'm so glad I'm going back to work tomorrow. I need to get back into my regularly scheduled program. Christmas is on the way and I should be oh-so-full-of-cheer, but I can't even muster up the energy to smile. I need to snap out of it though, because I need to start organizing our Christmas party.

So, hopefully I will get out of my shitty sick mood and 'cowboy up' soon. I can't take much more of me like this.