Last week was one of those weeks where I felt beat by the world. I’m not being sarcastic.
Things just piled up on me and by the end of the week I was doing the nervous breakdown crying thing that doesn’t really mean I’m having a nervous breakdown it’s just the tears come out of nowhere and any casual observer would probably assume all of my marbles have been lost somewhere along the way.
Think Claire Danes. Yeah. That’ll work. *shudder*
The whole thing involves money and business and work and I wish I could just vomit it all out here but I assume that wouldn’t be very professional of me. Hell, mentioning it as much as I have probably isn’t professional. But I’ve bitched to Tucker and my mom with such frequency I figured I might as well assure them that I’m OK since Tucker accused me last night of being “disconnected”. Though right before that I had cleaned the kitchen and done the dishes and the night prior I had cleaned the bathroom so I’m not exactly sure what he was bitching about.
And then there’s my knee.
About two years ago, I decided to do the 30 Day Shred…without shoes…and ended up with a heating pad on my knee. I’ve been doing the Couch to 5k with no problem [on the treadmill] until Tucker decided it would be a brilliant idea for me to jog on the trail while he and the kids ran around; I would just meet back up with them on my way back. Brilliant! Except my right foot went dead and I had to walk since it’s not as easy as one would think to drag a cinder block shaped foot behind you as you jog.
At some point during that hell – even Katy Perry couldn’t save me this time – I did something to my knee. I say “something” since it has never swollen up; it just hurts. I think that happened last Thursday? It still hurts.
So between my craptastic week last week, my knee causing me to walk like a pirate and the general suck state of things, I haven’t exactly been a ray of sunshine.
Internet detox. More specifically, email checked once a day, no Twitter or Skype for the rest of the week and internet time allowed only to write posts on here and on Sims 3 Gamer. The internet has been full of assholes recently and I don’t need the extra crap when I have enough of my own crap to shovel.
Sometimes a girl just needs a break.