omghidanielle
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I wasn't able to sleep AT ALL last night, (felt like this
)
Went to work for a full day, which was probably not the brightest idea. Since I wasn't sleeping, I had showered, done my hair (twice, because honestly, does it EVER look right the first time?) and at 6AM, over an hour early, I left for work. I rode a terrifyingly quiet El train, sat at my cube on my giant empty floor, listening to the theme song from iCarly on repeat on my iPod, sipping a super fabulous $1.99 small sized Coffee Coolatta until it got to that gross 'too much ice:not enough syrup' ratio, watching the seconds tick on a clock, contemplating when would be a good idea to start Christmas Shopping and whether or not it was a fantastic idea to name a kitten Vivenne Marcheline Jolie-Pitt.
SOMEHOW I made it through the day, I remember the morning, but the afternoon and end of the day starts to get hazy, and SOMEHOW I made it home.
(I don't remember coming and/or going, I'm starting to think that maybe I teleported
, but that doesn't exactly explain how my car got from the train station to my driveway.)
And, while making dinner, I just started to cry!
Just like this --->
Serious, serious tears of absolute sorrow that even worried my cats. There wasn't anything that happened that may have hurt me or even upset me just a little bit (well, that I'm aware of!) to spark this.
My DH came home and made me take a nap. And when I woke up, he told me that when he came home, he asked me what was wrong, why I was crying and my response was:
'Remember when I said I didn't get into college because my school sent my applications to the wrong school? ...that was actually the plot to the movie Orange County.'

This needs to not happen again.


Went to work for a full day, which was probably not the brightest idea. Since I wasn't sleeping, I had showered, done my hair (twice, because honestly, does it EVER look right the first time?) and at 6AM, over an hour early, I left for work. I rode a terrifyingly quiet El train, sat at my cube on my giant empty floor, listening to the theme song from iCarly on repeat on my iPod, sipping a super fabulous $1.99 small sized Coffee Coolatta until it got to that gross 'too much ice:not enough syrup' ratio, watching the seconds tick on a clock, contemplating when would be a good idea to start Christmas Shopping and whether or not it was a fantastic idea to name a kitten Vivenne Marcheline Jolie-Pitt.
SOMEHOW I made it through the day, I remember the morning, but the afternoon and end of the day starts to get hazy, and SOMEHOW I made it home.
(I don't remember coming and/or going, I'm starting to think that maybe I teleported

And, while making dinner, I just started to cry!
Just like this --->

My DH came home and made me take a nap. And when I woke up, he told me that when he came home, he asked me what was wrong, why I was crying and my response was:
'Remember when I said I didn't get into college because my school sent my applications to the wrong school? ...that was actually the plot to the movie Orange County.'

This needs to not happen again.