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this has been one of those week from hell kinda weeks. one of those every day morning till night start to finish everything goes wrong and it all just sort of piles up on you like one heavy wet blanket after another until you collapse under the pressure kinda weeks. it was awfully rainy all week and it felt like it. usually i love the rain and find some catharsis in it. but this week it just kept on dragging me down and down. until the storm broke, and i broke. and then it was a little better. so i guess it worked, in the end. yeah.

so, for lack of better focus i will share the litany of crappy crap that happened to me this week:

the cleaners ruined two of my shirts.

the morning that i disovered the ruination of the shirts, i was late for work arguing with the laundromat guy on the phone. when i got to work and finished the meeting i was late for, there was some chaos in my workspace that resulted from someone not completing their assigned tasks. as i juggled to deal with this, i was informed that i had a flat.

when my brother came to rescue with his hydraulic jack, it became apparent that i needed to finally just break down and buy the new set of tires (the one that was flat wasn't even the one i knew was bad!) that i had been putting off buying. so i did. with money that i didn't have (in a very serious way).

while we were waiting for the tires to be put on my car, i got in a fight with my brother and he split on me.

i had gotten a parking ticket when i was in spain. when it snowed. when i went to talk about it with the city attorney lady, i was reminded (i knew, but i didn't, ya know?) that you can't have your car on the street for more than 24 hours. even if you don't have a driveway. suck it up.

one night amidst all of this i slept funny on my neck and was in excruciating pain for two or three days.

and i still have a cold/sinus/whatever-the-crap.

and i could sleep for miles and miles and miles ...

and i got in a ... what was it? ... with the person i love.

and i felt so alone in it this week.

but then finally the week ended with a warm happy smiling resolution of the what was it? and a virtual-to-real hug of gigantic proportions when a good better than best friend ordered me pizza and rootbeer from miles away!

*clink*

and today the sun is shining and frozen blueberries = love.

m

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