It's a really shitty way to start the day, as if getting up three hours earlier than I'm used to isn't bad enough.
And it's only going to get worse: today I return to work after having a 10-day vacation, and besides the fact that I was up at 6:30am, besides the fact that my best friend is getting cut open to have her uterus taken out, now I also have to face the readjustment of getting back into the work regimen. Wednesdays are difficult for me *anyway*, on my regular schedule; this will probably be the worst Wednesday I can remember in a long, long time. This will definitely go down as the worst day this month, quite possibly this year. No; this will be the second worst day this year. The *worst* day this year was Tuesday, May 11th.
But just like May 11th, I will get over this day too. Hopefully, being at work will make the time go by fast and take my mind off things. I guess I have no choice; I just had 10 days off, I doubt very much the boss will look too kindly on me calling in sick now!
Although I bet I will want to call in sick tomorrow, when I pick up Pasha from the vet.
This day sucks. This day sucks ass. This day sucks hairy, shit-crusty, disease-swollen, old-man ass.