Accentuate the Positive, Yo

Last week was one of those weeks where I felt beat by the world. I’m not being sarcastic.

Picture the world with big Arnold Swartzenager arms crashing down on my shoulders and pounding me down into the dirt like a tent stake or something.

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.^[1]

I guess it’s stress crying – one of those “girl things” that pisses me off. Like the squeaky crying voice. And I’m not a cute crier. I’m an ugly crier. Red face. Swintched up face.

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^[2] and the general suck state of things, I haven’t exactly been a ray of sunshine.

New plan!

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^[3] 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.

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1. ^[1]That is probably the longest sentence I’ve ever written.↩
2. ^[2]A pirate without the kick-ass peg leg and acerbic parrot.↩
3. ^[3]I suspect there’s the same amount of assholes but I’ve been more sensitive to the assholes’ presence.↩