You know, I guess I can’t exactly say today was shitty. I’ve been too out of my head to really even grasp half of what’s going on so far. I guess that’s just part of the problem. I’ve been dizzy almost all day, even weaving a bit when I walk and having to stop and lean on things just so the ground beneath me would stop trying to slide away. I gouged a sizeable chunk of skin from my arm (seriously, I found some of it on the sharp corner of my locker that caused it), and that’s been stinging off and on as well as bleeding off and on. Dippy. Plus there’s been the random achy joints as my body has been waiting for the thunderstorms to roll in, much like the headache in my quicksand-like brain. It finally started thunderstorming just a little bit ago only to now be brilliantly bright and still raining. Stupid state. I’ve also been hot. I’m never hot. Well, I’m rarely hot. Usually, when I’m hot, it’s a sign that it’s over 90 degrees or that I have a bad fever, and even then I notice the heat from the fever once in a while. Still, been hot despite being in air-conditioning pretty much all day. Sucks.

Ah, and have I mentioned the past week and a half of insomnia? That always makes it better, plus going to bed last night with heartburn, hoping the famotidine I take for it will kick in so I can get to sleep sooner, like that’s ever going to happen. I hate insomnia. I hate that I constantly have insomnia. I hate that after two weeks of averaging 3-5 hours of sleep a night (not consecutively, mind you, but in half hour to hour-long spurts), I start getting loopy and screwy and moody and start making more mistakes than usual and am clumsier than usual. I’m tempted to take a sleeping pill and just go pass out, but the last time I took a sleeping pill, I slept just as badly (must be a bad brand for me, or my system is that stubbornly set against rest). Besides, I have a project sheet to make up for tomorrow’s crochet class. Can’t sleep before getting that done ’cause there’s no time between leaving work tomorrow and starting the class to get it done between.

Oh, and the straw that broke the elephant’s back? The bottom drawer of our fridge likes to freeze things. I generally avoid putting things in that drawer for this reason unless it’s beer. We went shopping Saturday and Ian stuck the veges and my strawberries in the bottom drawer. It froze everything. My strawberries are now strawberrycicles and are thereby ruined because the freezing process destroys what lovely texture the little fruits have by grinding it up into mushy blech. After a day of computer problems, getting yelled at by a patron, being dizzy and hot, losing skin and blood, and just generally being achy and jointy, I can’t even enjoy my snack properly. Sucky day. Now that I’m seated and not moving and can reflect on today’s events, it really did suck. I may not have realized it so much at the time, but I can see it clearly now, and all it took were some frozen strawberries. 🙁 I think I need to go play some video games for a while.