It has been one of those days, nay, one of those weeks. Yes, it has. Just a parade of indignities, marching one right after the other. I'm not going to indulge myself with the full list, but let me give you a single example; I exploded my fave cooking dish last night. Seriously, it exploded. I wish I were joking. I was boiling water in the aforementioned dish, and all of a sudden, KABLAM!!!!!! Glass and a flood of hot water across the stovetop. It was awesome. I know, sarcasm doesn't always work in print, so lest you think I'm being serious, I am not. It was the worst.
So, to summarize, the week felt approximately like this:
And now, it's after 11pm on the eve of my 31st birthday, and I'm still working. You'd think that my birthday might perk me up... but it's just been that kind of a week. So I took a break from this current job, and I threw an art tantrum.
And you know what?
I might actually feel a little better.
