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Today is not a good day
Today officially sucks! First, I wake up in the morning to an email from my Dad saying that Mom had a stroke and is in the hospital. In Houston.
Peachy.
I haven't been able to reach my family so I decided to meet George for lunch. He was kind of a prick the whole time and decided to use me for his amusement by picking on me. Needless to say, I didn't tell him about Mom. I'm rather irritated that he saw I was in a horrible mood and wanted to tell him something but wouldn't stop his teasing.
So I go to the knitting store where I pick up some great (if a tad expensive) yarn. No big deal...until a giant dust twister thingy came down right in front of my car on the way home. My windows were down. I'm still spitting dust and my skin itches.
Not a good day. In fact, this day is the crappiest day I can remember in awhile.
Peachy.
I haven't been able to reach my family so I decided to meet George for lunch. He was kind of a prick the whole time and decided to use me for his amusement by picking on me. Needless to say, I didn't tell him about Mom. I'm rather irritated that he saw I was in a horrible mood and wanted to tell him something but wouldn't stop his teasing.
So I go to the knitting store where I pick up some great (if a tad expensive) yarn. No big deal...until a giant dust twister thingy came down right in front of my car on the way home. My windows were down. I'm still spitting dust and my skin itches.
Not a good day. In fact, this day is the crappiest day I can remember in awhile.
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