Chicago is awesome. Best Friends are awesome. The Decemberists were fucking amazing. Hazards Of Love is amazing. My boyfriend is amazing and beautiful, and life is fucking beautiful.
Awesome, amazing and beatiful! This is good to hear.
Dear Bitch Thread,
Continuing on with the theme of "you would not believe the day I had", yesterday sucked, monstrously (although in hindsight I guess it was my fault. That doesn't make it better). For some idiotic reason I decided to wear my cowboy boots, and walk 5km to the train station. I'm not very fit at all. So almost instantly my calfs, hamstrings, ankles, and arches started killing me. Then about halfway there I noticed that something in the sole of the right boot was very sharp and rubbing on my foot. I toughed it out until I got to the train station, when I got there it took about 10 minutes to take the boot off (they are very hard to take off by yourself!). In the process of taking the boot off I did something- I'm not entirely sure what- very painful indeed to my calf muscle, and I was literally paralysed with pain for about five minutes, with my foot stuck halfway in a boot. When I managed to regain my composure I got the boot the rest of the way off and found that the sole lining of the boot had lifted up and was jutting at an angle, directly in to my foot, resulting in a large and ugly and painful blister.
I got to work and started in on some paperwork (22 pages of names, addresses and emails to enter into a database. I'd already spent a good deal of the week entering it in, and had only made 12 pages in). that I was running a good way behind on, thinking that I'd be able to finally finish it if I managed to make it through my shift without any major distractions.
Of course, right on cue, I was asked to help fix a computer problem. I spent 3 hours on that, and got absolutely nowhere, except for managing to neglect everything else I had to do, thus giving me 15 minutes to do what I'd usually take 2 hours for. Part of this includes mailing out marketing materials. As my luck would have it today happened to be the day we run out of postage stamps. What with the Post Office being closed (because I wasted all that time failing to fix the computer) I had to run- in my painful and uncomfortable boots, with blister a-throbbing- 3 blocks to the nearest newsagent, where I managed to procure enough stamps. I did not procure a receipt for the stamps, however. So, I had to run the 3 blocks again, to find the newsagent had closed in the intermittent time. So, no receipt. So, now I get to spend the weekend looking forward to being lectured on Monday.
TL;DR: The universe is laughing at me
