Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Bad Morning=Sucky Day

(Warning: It's a completely crap post today, so if you want something funny or uplifting, go here or here.)

It's never a good thing when you're woken from a bad dream by your alarm. The remains of the dream just seem to stay with you for the rest of the day. If I could have stayed sleeping, then maybe I would have dreamt something else. I made coffee and cried on the living room couch, NSA drank tea in anger in the bedroom. I finally felt a little better after my shower when the caffeine kicked in, but my eyes were puffy, clear evidence of crying, and I hate that. I've successfully avoided pretty much everyone at work, and one of my co-workers is out with a bad cold, so maybe my sniffles and puffy eyes are because I'm getting sick too (total lie, but I really haven't been feeling well lately, for obvious reasons.) It's afternoon now, not too much longer before I can go home, not that that's much to look forward to, but at least I don't have to pretend. I have a bad headache and all I really want to do is turn off the lights and put my head down on the desk, but that's not really an option. Jesus, I hate days like this.


Lisa said...

I hope you're feeling better today. I can relate to the dream thing. I haven't been having a lot of bad ones lately but I used to have terrible nightmares.

Yesterday I woke up dreaming about finding a litter of kittens. I think I must have just missed the rainbows and unicorns...

Sass said...

I have these dreams of people I love passing away...and in my dreams I have to give a eulogy. That always makes for a really depressing next day, because I find myself writing eulogies for people while I fold the laundry.

Wow. Could I seriously have been more Debbie Downer just then?

I hope things perk up for you. I'm sending positive vibes your way.

American Fairy Tales said...

Hey, just found your blog via Melliferous Pants. Don't take too much stock in bad dreams and nightmares as long as they don't turn true; mine seem to be coming all too true, though. Well, except for the one where I was beating some woman with a foam shoe. Anger issues, maybe?

Anyway, go home, get a nap, keep writing and hope all turns well for you.

Susan said...

Hey J, Hugs and tranquility from all of us, from way over here and up a little (well actually up a lot) in Nova Scotia.

xo, S, Miss D. & Les Chats