March 9th, 2005


So... I've been having a bad day.

My day has been... Hmm... bad. yeah.
Things aren't really going well work wise and I've had to keep myself from plunging headlong into hyperventilating land (it's insane to go from no stress to all stress so quickly, but that's what has happened).
I'm all headache and sinus issues and sore muscles. I'm such a little puddle of angry, annoyed, outraged, and sickly.

I've been bitching at Karl about it all day online. Every five minutes it's OH MY GOD CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS HAPPENED?! I've actually been trying to keep myself from apologizing constantly becuase I just feel *bad* for being such a complainy little bitch.

I was just delivered an enormous (even the delivery guy was like "this is a HUGE bouquet") bouquet of flowers with a card reading:
"At least you weren't attacked by zombies today! Love, Karl"

I can't believe how much Karl loves me. It makes no sense.