caffeine and asprin take me away.

So, bad days.

Bad days, bad weeks, bad months, bad however long always seems like a lifetime. It's easy to slip into that mindset where it's easy to just be miserable and let it consume you. I'd have to imagine it's the same, yet different, feeling for everyone though that's still to be determined. For me, it's like a black cloud following me that slowly and surely escalates into something more along the lines of BIGGEST FUNNEL CLOUD OF MY LIFE wherein I am then sucked up and in and spun around and beat up until I can take no more. And then I get irrational. Like, not just over the issues at hand (aka: the ones that really matter) but I bring up events like "OH MY GOD, WHY DID I PICK THE PINK BARBIE CORVETTE INSTEAD OF THE BARBIE JEEP WHEN I WAS 5? I'LL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF. THAT'S WHY I'M THE WAY THAT I AM, I KNOW IT"

... yeah, I've got more baggage than anyone probably should. Louis Vuitton would be proud.

ANYWAYS. When I get this way it's not pretty. And, that's being nice about it. So between the current issues I'm having coupled with my issues about Barbie cars when I was 5 and sprinkled with a nasty little cold that won't go away, I then go and lose my debit card. In the span of 10 minutes. ME. THE PERSON WHO HAS NEVER LOST SO MUCH AS A LIBRARY CARD IN MY LIFE. (Sidenote: I really hope that when/if I have kid(s) they don't inherit the insane amount of anxiety and masochism I apparently like to inflict upon myself. This type of mental torture is not fun.) so, when this happened, on top of my already shitty week and sickness, I was done, completely done. But as is my life, I had to suck it up and deal with it until I could lose my shit in the privacy of my own car.  Just as I was about to completely lose it - and just break down into a very embarrassing hysterical fit (because I am, you know, an adult) I look up to find that Stacy, aka: the best aunt in the whole universe, has walked in to surprise me with an iced chai.

AND IT WAS LIKE THE HEAVENS HAD OPENED, & WAS BEAMING A LIGHT DOWN ON THIS CUP THAT WAS FILLED WITH THE TEARS OF BABIES, UNICORNS AND RAINBOWS.  WHILE BEING STUFFED WITH $100 BILLS.

No kidding, that is the type of euphoric feeling that I got OVER THIS OUTRAGEOUSLY PRICED CUP OF COFFEE. I mean, more than anything, seeing her was the best part of it even though she tends to have this creepily scary accurate radar over me and when I'm in distress (like um, I dunno, saving me from being abducted / raped / murdered) but really, it was just what I needed at that exact moment. It didn't matter what it was, it just righted my world a little bit. I didn't feel so alone and isolated all due to her generous nature and my affinity for overpriced coffee drinks. I don't think that I would have ever been so happy to see a green straw in my LIFE.  I would say I've never been so happy to see her too, which is true but I am ALWAYS happy to see her face Starbucks or no Starbucks.

So, things are on their way back to becoming normal again. Well, stable anyway. And it was all thanks to a little chai tea latte that I sucked down almost immediately. Well, that and the Ambien + red wine coma that I put myself in last night. But that's another story for a different day.