Just one of those days

Ever had one of those days that leaves you feeling out of breath and empty?
Like a limp noodle?
Like a flat tire?
Like a fish out of water?
Like an overworked and underpaid figment of something much larger than you will ever be?

Today was one of those days.

I'm ready for tomorrow, except that I'm not, because tomorrow is most likely to be just as bad as today if not worse.

I'm only ready for tomorrow because it will mean that Thursday is just a sleep away.
And, I love Thursdays.

I am feeling much better now that I am home and in my pjs and Hubs (only 7 days post-tonsillectomy) is cooking me my pesto noodles.

The fact that Glee comes on in 2 hours, 46 minutes and 59, 58, 57, 56... seconds and that that episode is themed MADONNA makes me want to cry in relief. Thank you, Fox. Thank you for your ingenious invention of the best show on earth.

It is really sad that after the most frustrating day of my life ended, I wanted to redeem it with retail therapy. Somehow, Hubs informing me of all of the bills that came out today was the cold shower that I needed not to go do some plastic damage. Target you are safe for one more day.

Why couldn't I be one of those people who MUST run out my frustrations and feelings? I would be so skinny if that were the case. Darn my emotional outlet and its lack of calorie burning.

So, as Hubs offers me (yet again) a shot of codeine (which I should totally take with a chaser of codeine), which I will refrain from, I am now going to go and eat my yummy pesto noodles and hope that you all had much brighter and happier days than me.