So Saturday morning I found out I owe my therapist $290! Awesome! And then I went to work and dragged boxes of files around, discovered MORE files that I had to deal with, knocked over a box, got paper cuts all over my hands and tried not to cry.

I got sushi, because sushi makes most things better. And then I sulked for awhile, called Joe (to apologize, as I was really bitchy to him on the phone earlier) and we went to The Diner, because we are those sad people who graduated high school NEARLY TEN YEARS AGO and still go to the local diner when we can’t think of anywhere else to go on a Saturday night. At least The Diner too has evolved and is no longer the hang out it once was; we were the only ones there under the age of 50.

Sunday, I slept late, because I desperately needed it. And it was Mother’s Day, and my mom was in a bad mood and I tried to ignore it/her. And then I put together file lists for work. Thrilling.

I did not write any coevr letters, or look at federal jobs or do anything that may Get Me Out Of Here.

I DID have a good talk with Joe on Saturday night, and while it does not neccesarily make me feel better about things, it was still somewhat encouraging. We were also both texting Brent with nonsense (“there should be an E-True Hollywood story about LTTC”) and taking bets on whether he would get the abbreviation. Because these things are fun. Yes.

And now it’s Monday morning and I’ve been here since around 8:00 and it’s quite chilly for May, and I’m supposed to get my windshield replaced so I hope the guy shows up. And I hope that my mother is out of her bad mood by the time I get home, because I am stressed, cranky, and trying VERY hard not to take it out on anyone.

I teared up in my car on the way to work this morning. Again. I’m not even sure what song it was in reponse to, or if it was even in response to a song. I am kind of a mess.