Tuesday, November 10, 2009

it's like secretly eating in your car, only worse

I'm having a really bad day.

So bad, that I can't wait to get into my car to go home so I can cry.

PS: I'll also be taking my tear-streaked face into a gas station to play the lottery tonight.
PPS: I believe that after winning my resignation letter will read something like, "I fucking quit."
PPS: If I don't get to post again today, please accept this god-awful post as my NaBlo for the day.


Little Ms Blogger said...

This counts as a post.

You were doing multi posts some days and I was amazed.

Sorry to hear you're having a bad day.

I hope you listen to some great tunes on the drive home. That always helped me when I commuted after a crappy day at work.

GlitterFactory said...

keep your tailgate up, rock star! big hugs!

Stereos and Souffles said...

I'm with you. I'd like to bury my head in the sand for about a month.

Life, Love And Lola said...

Hang in there! I really hope you win the lottery! Hugs!!

Tasha said...

Sorry you're having a no good, rotten, very bad day. Have a martini (or three) tonight... it will help. Good luck with that lottery ticket! I hope you win!