• Up too late the night before
• Change clothes 10 million times b/c suddenly you feel nothing in your wardrobe suits you
• The bank entrance is under construction which means you run over a curb using the backwards exit, feel certain you’ve killed your alignment
• Pop in your favorite “grr i’m pissed” CD to have your favorite tracks skip
• you arrive at work an hour after intended
• Don’t get any of your intended goals achieved at work
• On your way to another spot, completely pass the huge “can’t miss it” intersection where you were supposed to turn and end up out in the middle of mansion-alley so you feel even shittier about your small lil existence
• Proceed to hit every single fricken red light from fishers to westfield
• Go look at a house that you think you love but have no fricken idea how you can get your other one sold in time to buy it
• Head for home (north of Indy) and end up in downtown Indy
• Listen to a medly of Phil Collins and MC Hammer tunes as you find your way back north…exhausted and starving
• Cave in to your stomach as you see Taco Bell…get honked at for taking to long to decide, scrape the car on the curb, wait 10 min for the person in front of you to get their 1 99-cent item
• Finally get your food and discover they put lettuce & onion on your taco after you said and they repeated back “only cheese”
• Get stuck behind the 30mph person on the road to your house at 9:30pm…knowing you’ve missed your 2 season premieres tonight and just chanting “Move your fricken slow ass. I’m a tired, hungry white girl that just wants to get home, pick the lettuce off her taco, and bitch about this entire day on her blog”

Ok, it wasn’t all bad…everyone at work still loves me…they make it worth all the shit. The guy I’m working with is even more excited than I am that I’m helping him. I believe we’re on the path to becoming our own M&M power team. He understands my brain.

I was bombarded by IM’s tonight which was a strange phenomenon, but it does always work that way…one random day everyone will decide to message me at the exact same time.

I feel certain that I was supposed to have been in a wreck today so my entire existence will feel “off-track” from now on because it literally is. Wouldn’t that suck? I’d just been thinking how everything was going way too well…in fact I think I posted it…somewhere. It was only supposed to be a dream that I got to do random creative stuff with a dream of a mentor for pay. Like i told him today, it’s the first time I’ve been in a situation where I’m working under someone I can actually learn something from. It’s nice being the one asking the questions for once.  But now I have to sleep because I physically can’t keep my eyes open.