I had so much to say about what a personally difficult evening I had last night. How I had a headache. How I was a little sad. How I was up until 2:30 with the headache and thinking about things I have accomplished, what I’ve been doing with my life and what I would like to do.
But suddenly it seems like none of that matters. Like it was just another moment in the notorious, neurotic life of B.R.Y.
Though this morning sort of sucked just as much. I woke up with only 30 minutes to get ready, to find that I forgot to turn the dryer on last night and all of my pants, except my least favorite pants, were still wet.
Then I spent about ten minutes of my limited time standing in the closet rolling the sleeves of a shirt I wanted to wear, only to turn around and put on the same sweater I wore yesterday and Saturday. I could not get it together. And had a brief panic attack thinking I washed my bus pass only to find it in my wallet.
Then I realized all of my bras were in the washing machine. So today I am wearing the strapless bra I have worn only once before, under the almost-strapless bridesmaids dress I wore in TL’s wedding last May. I feel really bare with no straps. I feel like my boobs will at any moment go rogue and roll off into the distance. This prompted a quick and probably inappropriate conversation at work before opening to make sure from a trusted source that my chest was not bobbing like apples in a bucket of water.
When I got to the bus stop, someone had puked right by the stop so I had to stand there near the puke for about ten minutes because the bus was late. When I got on the bus some man was shaving his beard with an electric shaver. And it smelled like pickles.
Last nights angst coupled with this mornings drama left me feeling vulnerable and crazed and twitchy until about 9:30 when I drank some coffee and laughed at something someone in the warehouse said. And now things are back to normal.
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