This has been, without a doubt, one of the most awful weeks I've had in a while, due to a large combination of small problems.
My car got a flat tire on Friday last week, but at the time I was unable to pay for a replacement. I'm still unable; I have to wait until I get paid tomorrow. I've been six shades of fucking broke all week long, which also means I can't go grocery shopping. I've been forced to drive around with a donut on the car instead of the flat tire -- ALL FUCKING WEEK. Terrible stuff. The worst donut-driving journey had to be this morning, when it took me TWO FUCKING HOURS to drive downtown and back, so I could drop off Jena at the vet for her last kitten checkup. Of course, the hour-long ride there (which would've taken 15 minutes if I could've used I-10 instead of having to take the LONG LONG way there because of the donut) Jena wouldn't fucking shut up and by the end of the hour I was all white knuckles and clenched teeth. I love that kitty to death but even my patience has its limits.
On top of all that I've gone a total of three days this week without any sleep, yesterday being the latest, and I'm at my wits' end. Going to sleep as soon as my backup tranqs (16mg of Gabitril and 12mg of melatonin) kick in. I could've got my Ambien scrip refilled today... if I had any money. But no, I have to wait until tomorrow morning. My tentative agenda for then looks like this: 6:00am, pick up Ambien refill. 7:00am, get tire replaced. 8:00am, pick up Jena from the vet and hopefully make it home with all speed so I won't have to deal with much in the way of kitty crying because she's in the cage and in the car at the same time (not a good combination).
In about 15 minutes, when I finish my bottle of beer, I'm turning my phone's ringer off, hanging the "do not disturb" sign on my door, and if possible going the fuck to sleep. If it's not possible, well, don't be surprised if you hear about a road rage issue in New Orleans involving a 1999 Ford Escort tomorrow morning.
My car got a flat tire on Friday last week, but at the time I was unable to pay for a replacement. I'm still unable; I have to wait until I get paid tomorrow. I've been six shades of fucking broke all week long, which also means I can't go grocery shopping. I've been forced to drive around with a donut on the car instead of the flat tire -- ALL FUCKING WEEK. Terrible stuff. The worst donut-driving journey had to be this morning, when it took me TWO FUCKING HOURS to drive downtown and back, so I could drop off Jena at the vet for her last kitten checkup. Of course, the hour-long ride there (which would've taken 15 minutes if I could've used I-10 instead of having to take the LONG LONG way there because of the donut) Jena wouldn't fucking shut up and by the end of the hour I was all white knuckles and clenched teeth. I love that kitty to death but even my patience has its limits.
On top of all that I've gone a total of three days this week without any sleep, yesterday being the latest, and I'm at my wits' end. Going to sleep as soon as my backup tranqs (16mg of Gabitril and 12mg of melatonin) kick in. I could've got my Ambien scrip refilled today... if I had any money. But no, I have to wait until tomorrow morning. My tentative agenda for then looks like this: 6:00am, pick up Ambien refill. 7:00am, get tire replaced. 8:00am, pick up Jena from the vet and hopefully make it home with all speed so I won't have to deal with much in the way of kitty crying because she's in the cage and in the car at the same time (not a good combination).
In about 15 minutes, when I finish my bottle of beer, I'm turning my phone's ringer off, hanging the "do not disturb" sign on my door, and if possible going the fuck to sleep. If it's not possible, well, don't be surprised if you hear about a road rage issue in New Orleans involving a 1999 Ford Escort tomorrow morning.