In a World of Suck

Joelle said at some point on June 4, 2003

Let me open this Wednesday with a rousing “Craaaaaaaaaap!” Well, that didn’t help much.  I almost didn’t blog because I’m just that kind of feh today.  But, I thought it might help me feel better.

I woke up feeling just kind of meh this morning (do you see a trend in my descriptive words? Even my eloquence has gone to hell today.) My alarm clock is fritzing and it makes these jacked up duck noises at me now, mixed in with Morning Edition on NPR, which sucks.  I had a lackluster workout, didn’t feel motivated or invigorated by it at all, which also sucks.

Allow me to list for you my remaining moments of suck:

1. I pinched my finger in the little door of my gas thingie on my car.
2. A guy pulling into 7-Eleven to get gas banged into the back of me with his jeep.  Not my car—me.
3. About 5 miles from my house, a bird shit straight into my sunroof, all in my hair and down the shoulder and sleeve of my shirt.
4. After driving home, showering, changing and starting over, I was late for work.
5. About 2 miles from work, I hit a bunny. 
6. And then I pulled over and cried like the hormonal, sappy little bitch that I am.

The only bright point of my morning was sitting at a stoplight next to an apple-red Mustang Cobra convertible, complete with cobra emblems and license plate frame, which had a driver that looked like I’d imagine Perry Mason would if he was a Hell’s Angel.  He had his tunes cranked up, the top down and he was really into it.  Into what, you might ask?  Enya.  Would you believe Orinoco Flow?  Now that I think about it, I don’t know if that’s a bright point or not.

Wednesday? Hump this.