Misery Inc.

So it's been one of those weeks where it's just not worth getting out of bed.

I've been locked out of the house by an accidental gust of wind, leaving me stranded outside with nothing but my wallet. I've had to hunt down LovesHerDog without her handphone number or location to get her keys. I've been stuck on the freeway in a bus which inexplicably refused to move for twenty minutes after wholly unnecessary bus rides to locate LovesHerDog already taking two and a half hours. I've had computer printers flake out on me just in time for a presentation I spent three hours working on for a unit I don't give a rat's ass about because it isn't in anyway related to my degree but which I have to take because of some stupid rule by Immigration, which if not for said rule, I would be exempted from this complete waste of time. I've had some Irish bitch give me lip because she thinks I didn't do any work at all for my presentation (let's put my law degree against your creative arts one in the ring then we'll talk about who gets to give who attitude). I've chalked up approximately $80 in whingeing, frustrated long-distance phone calls in a single day to The Boy and my cuz (worth every cent though). My skin's breaking out because it still hasn't gotten used to the weather. I've had to turn down four social invitations because of transport issues. Punky's told me he wants to move out because where we're staying is just too much in whoop whoop for him. (Will I be a horrible person if I pray his application for campus housing gets rejected? I want my squooshable Punky!) LovesHerDog hasn't washed up the giant pot of rice she cooked and burnt in a week and a half which means that it's been sitting on the stove breeding a very impressive fungal and mould colony right next to my wok when I cook meals. (any second now and that pot is going to start walking on its own) I've also had to wash up after LovesHerDog four days in a row. I've spent, according to my calculations, approximately 14 hours over four days just waiting for, and taking a bus. Missing the only bus which gets me to uni by 8:30 means that because of the shitty transport system, I'll be there an hour later than originally intended, which, given that it is only about fifteen minutes away by car, is hair-pullingly frustrating. I've missed three of my most important lectures because of that. My Internet connection has hung more times than I can count because we are in the middle of whoop whoop and I've spent infinite minutes waiting for it to reconnect just so I can get work done or talk to people I love. One of my recent emails seems to have gotten misinterpreted (or maybe I just wrote it badly, using badly-phrased humor to gloss over a larger problem) and now I'm apparently having a silent non-argument with a dear friend. I've walked miles and miles, alternating between burning and freezing, because I can't stand just waiting for something to happen anymore. I miss The Boy something awful, I can't run my sexual frustration off because it is too cold, I'm having gawdawful cravings for things I can't have, and I miss you guys like crazy.

There are some days when it feels like I'm spinning my wheels but I'm not moving because I'm stuck in a rut. Days when you feel like you just want to pound something until it breaks. This was one of those days.