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Rough day.
Nov. 21st, 2008 06:05 pmIt started out as such a great day. Since I realized I had the day to myself with no plans, I decided that popping over to Stillwater and having sushi and Twilight seemed like a great idea. Headed over there with no problems, had delicious sushi while listening to people chatter around me and reading The Green Mile. Stuffed with sushi and creme brulee, I drove to the theater just in time for the 12:00 show of Twilight. Grabbed my snuggly plaid blanket out of the car, since the theatre is always cold, and snuggled under it for some angst. Oh, the angst! The delicious, cheesy angst! So much angst that it infiltrated my sad little teenage heart and bred in there and I birthed a litter of angst kittens! Divine angst!
After the credits rolled, I headed out the door. Quick stop to fill up on $1.65 gas, and then I was headed home.
And that is when tragedy struck.
( Under this cut is the graphic depiction of the death of an animal. )
Finally made it back to Cushing and headed to the gym in time to watch a high speed car chase on the plasma tv in front of the treadmill while I did my mile and a half. Heck of a dramatic chase, too, from Stroud to OKC. I'm sure it will be all over the local news today, and may even make some national outlets if the news is slow.
Days like this, these are the ones that make me feel the most lonely. You can't dump things like this on your 10 year old kid. I'd give a lot to have someone wrap their arms around me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me that I did good, that I did the best I could do, that even though it was a shitty ending to the day, I did the best I could. If that person would hold me and let me cry on their shoulder, so much the better. I can't have that, so I dump to you, Faithful Friends, Constant Readers. I let it out here and I know that you will offer virtual hugs and I will accept them, and we both know they aren't the same, but we do it, because it is the best we can do, and that's all we can do.
Sometimes our best just doesn't feel like enough.
After the credits rolled, I headed out the door. Quick stop to fill up on $1.65 gas, and then I was headed home.
And that is when tragedy struck.
( Under this cut is the graphic depiction of the death of an animal. )
Finally made it back to Cushing and headed to the gym in time to watch a high speed car chase on the plasma tv in front of the treadmill while I did my mile and a half. Heck of a dramatic chase, too, from Stroud to OKC. I'm sure it will be all over the local news today, and may even make some national outlets if the news is slow.
Days like this, these are the ones that make me feel the most lonely. You can't dump things like this on your 10 year old kid. I'd give a lot to have someone wrap their arms around me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me that I did good, that I did the best I could do, that even though it was a shitty ending to the day, I did the best I could. If that person would hold me and let me cry on their shoulder, so much the better. I can't have that, so I dump to you, Faithful Friends, Constant Readers. I let it out here and I know that you will offer virtual hugs and I will accept them, and we both know they aren't the same, but we do it, because it is the best we can do, and that's all we can do.
Sometimes our best just doesn't feel like enough.
