ASHLEY PUT IT PERFECTLY when I told her how my day was going. I’d almost forgotten to feed the  dog this morning, completely forgotten to bring my snack to work, and to top it off I’d managed to spaz a whole 32 ounce Mountain Dew on the ground before I’d even walked in the doors at work. All before 8:00 in the morning.

It was going to be one of those days.

“So you’re having a “so-duh” day,” Ashley types to me in instant messenger. Took me a few times reading it to get it but her play-on-words was only too true. To be honest, I’m having a “so-duh” week that feels like it’s lasted at least twice as long as any normal week should. I’ve felt stuck at my efforts to accomplish anything – making it places on time, being in bed at time, talking to people normally, listening, working. Not only am I malfunctioning, but my equipment is too. Camera dies. Car runs out of windshield wiper fluid (ok, ok, that one I will take the blame for. It’s not my fault that I love to turn my wipers on just to piss people off on the freeway). Every effort to complete my taxes turns out in chaos and arguments over absolutely nothing because I DON’T WANT TO DO IT. I DON’T KNOW HOW. THE IRS HATES ME AND MY LITTLE DOG TOO.

Strangely, I’ve felt stressed but motivated through the whole horrid five days. I compare it to being emotionally bipolar, but instead its functionally bipolar. I have a clean house, organized papers, taxes done, college papers out and waiting and I still feel like I haven’t gotten a damn thing done.

The irony of the whole thing? Someone in the office unwittingly passing me a sheet on stress management right when I was at a breaking point. I wonder if it was life’s way of telling me, life sucks, so suck in that pouty lip and deal with it.