Boo on You, Wednesday

Prayer for the day:

Please help me to be more tolerant. Especially of those who act like idiots, are incompetent, cannot drive, chew too loud, or just tick me off in general. Oh, and I think I need help with my temper too.

Wednesday, you used to be one of my favorite days. Wednesday means it is halfway through the week, and Friday is that much closer. I usually say, Happy Hump Day! Well not today. Today I say Hump you, Wednesday!

I could not get my contacts in this morning. No surprise really, it is still a shot in the dark whether I'll actually get them in at home or not. If not, then I go to work with no makeup on (scary) because I will wipe it all off in my failed attempts to get my contacts in, and I try to put them in when I get to work. Monday - put them in at work. Tuesday - at home, yay! Today - at work. Curse you contacts! I blame you for the headache I have had all day from my cursing, stomping, and mini-tantrum that occurred in my room this morning. I am convinced my eyes are rejecting them, which doesn't give me a lot of hope if I ever need a kidney transplant or something (what with my body rejecting foreign substances and all). I still can't even tell if my vision is any better, because it is slightly blurry 90% of the time. My eyes are reacting the way they do to pollen and dust, and oh my good golly do they ITCH something crazy. So I try to scratch them, rub them, etc., and really only succeed in smearing my makeup. I'm using allergy drops when my contacts aren't in, and re-wetting drops when they are in (because these contacts are sucking the life out of me), and all in all my eyes only feel good when they are closed. So far? I am not impressed. Contacts can bite me.

.Then, I go into the kitchen/living room to get ready to leave for work. Something looks awry in the living room. Wait, where's the lamp that is supposed to be on that end table? (silent rage building up) Oh there it is, on the floor, but wait... the shade is slightly crooked and there are a ga-jillion pieces of busted light bulb all over the floor. GABBY!!!! IZZY!!!! Of course they don't come, partly because I've already had one tantrum this morning and partly because they ought to be smart enough to know I am T-totally PISSED. I mean seriously, how does this happen? Especially when the pictures that are on that end table are still perfectly straight and in their places. It takes me 5 minutes however to find the missing candle and candle holder, and they are oh-so-lucky that the crystal dish from my great-grandmother is still in one piece, although it is dangling dangerously over the edge of the table ready to smash into the fireplace at any minute (hmm, then maybe I should stop stomping around?). I spend another 5 minutes picking up the ga-jillion pieces of light bulb, and cut my finger in the process. It is seriously not even 8:00 yet. I cannot WAIT to see where this day goes.

Toaster that burned my breakfast? Check.

Insane traffic on the way to work? Check.

Bad mood nicely set in by the time I get to the office? Check.

15 minutes to put in contacts in the bathroom at work? Check. (seriously not getting easier. My left eye has now learned the ninja-contact-flip-in-half move that my right eye had perfected.)

In need of an attitude adjustment? Probable check. (note: explore possibilities of short fuse becoming shorter once you turn twenty-*cough*)