I just need to vent. Had a bad day. On top of all the crap going on already
Today before I left the house, had the weirdest experience. Never happened before. I think it was an anxiety attack, but for 30 seconds to a minute the world was a million times larger than life and I was the tiniest crumb and I got nauseous, depressed, I wanted to die. Then poof, fine. Oddest thing ever.
Then, get to work, drama queens long story short, clumsy me on a bad day I ripped my shirt open on the edge of the counter.
Well between all that, the surgeon was calling me about my surgery. My landlord then calls, wants me to deal with crap on the house, his employers gonna purchase it or something.
I go outside to smoke a cig and simmer on how many times I shoulda just went the fvck back to bed and not ignored every sign that said "STAY HOME."
Low and behold, the owner of supercuts pops in for a visit, grills my ass about petty things I can do better, yes at my very worst moment.
edited for shorting reading