Have you ever had a week that was so awful, you can’t decide if you want to go back 7 days to start all over again in the hopes it’s better the second time, or just pray the insanity stops? That’s the kind of week I’ve had.
It all started with the rose bush that tried to kill me and went downhill from there. Wednesday morning I woke up at my regular time and attended to first-morning business. When I was leaving the bathroom, I coughed at the exact moment I was passing the door jamb and cracked my head on it. The blow was bad enough that I just knew I was gushing blood. But nope, no blood. Thank God. Instead, I had a lump and a huge red mark that’s just now starting to fade.
Thursday was possibly the worse day in history at my day job, but it was redeemed by a surprise visit by my nephew and Swamp People. This morning however, the curse continued. I woke up at 2:30 in the morning in pain that dragged me out of a dead sleep. After downing as much pain reliever as I could possibly handle, I ended up staying awake because there’s no way I would’ve gone back to sleep. So I’m operating on maybe 4 hours of sleep today with a full day ahead of me.
The good thing about today? It’s Friday which means I get to ogle sexy men and watch Ghost Adventures tonight, if I don’t pass out from exhaustion. Surely there’s something in my Fantasy Man database that can keep me awake…
Um…yeah, that might do it, especially if he keeps pulling down those undies. I suddenly don’t feel as tired as I was.
Happy Friday everyone, have a safe weekend!