One of Those Days

Yesterday was one of those days.  You know the ones.  The days where everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.  It started out like any other day.  I got up and planned all of the things I would get done today.  Then I started catching up on blogs I follow.  But then my laptop started what can only be described as, by me anyway, tweaking out.  The screen would go black then seconds later, portions of what I had been looking at before it went back showed up and the rest was just white.  It did this 6 times at least, in a matter of a few seconds.  Then it regained stability just long enough to pop up a notice that the display driver quit working unexpectedly but it had been recovered.  And then came Ye Ole Blue Screen O Death.  So then my computer shut down and I texted G.  He said to do a system restore.  So I set that up and went to take a nice long hot shower.  And I came back and my computer informed me that it was unable to work system repair.  So I clicked the button to send the error report and then everything seemed to be fine again.  I started a full system scan, and it's been running for an hour and 5 minutes now, and the progress bar isn't even a 20th of the way full.  In other news, I have a bladder infection, which you're probably saying, "TMI", but I don't care.  The other thing I won't tell you about, because I don't want to gross out the guys, but other things made my day worse as well.  And now my web browser seems to think it needs to open 6 browser windows when I click it only once, and then close them as soon as it opens them.  But I am trying to focus on the positive things here: I have orange juice, my nails are pretty though nowhere near perfect, and I get to hang out with G tonight.  But seriously, this day has been ridiculous.

Unhappy Camper

So since today is Tuesday and I only had one class, it was supposed to be a good day.  How wrong I was! I got mail! Wait, that should be a good thing, shouldn't it? You would think so, wouldn't you? You would be wrong.  Hospital bill for nearly $1000, from my emergency trip to the hospital a couple of weeks back.  Birthday present I ordered for my roommate. They sent the wrong thing! I ordered a bear pillow pet and got sent a cat.  To top it all off, I'm typing this one handed because somehow I managed to accidentally cut my wrist with my pocketknife while opening the package from my mum. (feeling British, deal with it) So now I have a diagonal one inch cut on my left wrist and it's bleeding like a really creepy faucet. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I got to use some more intense stuff in my first aid kit than just bandages and neosporin.  I didn't have any big enough bandages so I had to use a gauze pad and wrap it in rolled gauze.  It was actually pretty exciting, not going to lie.  It really doesn't hurt that bad either, but it has been bleeding non-stop for like 10 minutes.

P.S. Totally worth all the blood and pain, because the box was full of love and homemade cookies and money and adorable easter cards from my 4 and 5 year old cousins.

Also, I learned to only make as many nachos as I can reasonably consume, because my friends who I planned to share with were all elsewhere.  Also, fun fact, when guacamole is left out overnight, it turns blackish and gets grease droplets on top of it.  I don't think I like guacamole anymore. Wait, nope, I still do, just won't be letting it sit out.

Well Then

I had my Finnish final today. I think I did alright.  My roommate from last year was supposed to come over for dinner, but she's too full from lunch so she rescheduled to Friday.  The thing is that she was supposed to come over yesterday but she rescheduled for today. If I had known earlier, I could have gone to church with my friends tonight, but now it's too late.  And then I dropped an entire stack of papers down the teeny tiny gap next to my desk. It's like a half-inch.  So then I spent a good ten minutes trying to strategically maneuver them out with a knitting needle.  I also found a Sharpie that I lost ages ago.  I'm still missing two earrings though.  So now I need to work on my physics paper some more. Guess what, by minimum of 5 pages, my professor actually meant that we'll get marked down if we do less than 6 pages.  And did I mention that it's single spaced?! Gah. And I'm super sore from physical therapy yesterday.

Can This Day Get Any Worse?

I think that it may finally be safe to think that this day can't possibly get any worse, since there are only 13 minutes left of it. I'm not superstitious either. Cue indoor thunderstorm.

So today: not good. To start with, I forgot to schedule a ride back from my physical therapy, so I had to go two hours before my appointment.  That was okay, because it gave me time to read my book and eat some sweet potato fries which I have been craving for about a month, yum. But all was not as wonderful as it seemed.  Little did I know that during my physical therapy session, I would be subjected to electroshock therapy.  And that the guy running it would start it out way too intense.  I also didn't know that afterward I would have a twitch in my leg and feel phantom electric shocks every so often for about an hour.  Another thing that I was blissfully unaware of was the fact that I would finish my book and there would be a cliffhanger ending and I don't have the next one in the series.  I would never have even guessed that I would have to wait outside in the cold for half an hour before finding out from the information desk that my ride had somehow been canceled.  That I would then have to wait outside in the cold for another half an hour for the bus and ride it for the first time in my wheelchair.  Nor was I aware that the closest bus stop to my dorm would leave me wheeling myself four blocks in the rain when already tired from physical therapy.  Or that the lock in the bathroom door would break my key.  Yep, I wasn't aware of any of that stuff, so I just sat there eating my sweet potato fries and reading my novel.

That part of the day was not good, but then my good friend Jessica came over and had dinner with me. My cheeseburger was burnt and the mac and cheese was spicy for some reason. But then we watched The Office and I did my laundry and now there's a mountain of clothes calling to me to fold it.