how do you live so happily while i am sad and broken down?

Well, today sucked.

To start off, I made a poor plan for arriving at this hotel.  It was a good plan when I made it.  I booked a 10pm flight two weeks, knowing that this would get me to the hotel between 12:30 and 1 AM, because I knew I'd need to be available on my tennis team roster.  We generally play from noon to 6 or 7pm, depending on which line, and I wanted to have plenty of time to get home and get cleaned up.  So it was a good plan, but then we moved the match up (yay! earlier = less hot, which is always a good thing in Atlanta in the summer) so then I had a whole day in between.  So I could have gotten in at a decent time, but I had no way of knowing that two weeks ago, and since I've lost status on Delta, I can't change flights same day anymore without paying a whopping amount of fees out of my own pocket.

Then when I got here, I realized that I left my prescription Pepcid at home.  So after my five hours of sleep, I woke up with the now unmistakable feeling of having had acid reflux in the night.  Sorry, gross, I know.  I never noticed that that's what was happening before, but now I can tell. 

All of this before I even get to work, which then started off with a bang.  Suffice it to say that the client is not happy, and my chances of making them happy are slim.  So stress all day long, and now I seem to have heartburn?  Or an ulcer, idk.  Then my kidneys started hurting and I thought I might be getting a UTI, which.  Awesome.  I did dehydrate over the weekend, so it's entirely possible.

Then I went to dinner, and my site this week features two of my all-time least favorite things:  
1) Conference dining!  Because the chance to sit at a table with complete strangers is fun!  
2) Buffet as the ONLY choice.  Buffets are a dieting nightmare - so easy to go overboard, and you end up eating bizarre combinations of food.  For example, tonight for dinner I had Swedish meatballs and a pretzel covered jalapeno popper.  Bwuh?

To top it off, all day my email was popping up autoreminders for me of stuff I needed to do, but didn't have time for.  Like the $3K worth of expense reports I needed to figure out and submit so I can get my money back.  

I've gotten a handle on the stress now, I think - I went to Walmart and bought OTC Pepcid which looks like what the doctor gave me, just without the insurance coverage, but whatever, it was $5 for 8 pills, which will cover me til I get home.  I got all my expense reports submitted and reconciled, and tomorrow I'll need to find time to send in the receipts but whatever.  My kidneys feel less like they're going to fall out, so maybe that was just panic?  IDK.

I really wanted to write tonight, but I think whatever creativity I might have had in me has been squashed today.  *sigh*  I was really hoping for an easy week, but it is not going to happen.  

 You know what's really not an awesome idea?  When you're already writing (ish) two One Direction fics, and you decide to start a third.

*headdesk*

At least this one is a) short and b) completely plotted out.  An unfortunate side effect of that was that I was so busy plotting it in my head while I was pumping gas this morning that I didn't see a homeless lady come up to panhandle me, which a) nearly scared me to death and b) reminded me that gas stations are not the safest place to zone out.

I have had to get up early the last two mornings to go to the doctor's.  I still have a sore throat - 2 weeks tomorrow, ugh! - and I decided on Sunday that enough was enough.  So I went to see my fantastic GP yesterday, very worried that he would tell me I needed to have my tonsils out, or you know, that I had throat cancer.  WHAT?  It's an option!  Did I mention I'm a hypochondriac?  Anyway, he examined me, and said that he thought I was having reflux issues at night and that that can lead to throat issues and a susceptibility to infection, which could explain why I've been sick 4 times already this year.  He referred me to see an Ear Nose Throat specialist, the same one I went to for my otosclerosis in 2008.  So I saw him this morning, and he agrees.  I'm taking Pepcid for a month, and I'm supposed to elevate the head of my bed with books and not eat 3 hours before I go to bed.  Oh, and he's running a DNA test to make sure it's not throat cancer.  WHICH I DID NOT ASK ABOUT, I SWEAR.  I am aware of my own neurosis.  He is just thorough.  

( Cut for medical grossness )

I have a ton of things to do, and I need to make a master to-do list to calm myself down, but I'm not in the mood right now.  I'll just add that to my mental to-do list.  *sigh*
ETA: OH! And I have an AO3 account now! Am vixalicious there too. (thanks MrsQ!)

Is Mercury in retrograde or something? I have been in a foul mood all weekend, and not a much better one for most of last week. I'm not sleeping well - in a weird way, where I'm getting plenty of sleep, but I'm dreaming almost constantly and I wake up exhausted. Work's going okay, but everything else just feels off. I get mad at myself for not accomplishing anything when I'm not really being any more lazy than normal, I get mad at K for, ok for valid stuff, but stuff I'd normally let slide. My rage just feels hair trigger, and I'm more teary than normal. I wonder if this is some sort of month-long PMS brought on by my birth control injections, or just that February always sucks balls, or what.

I'm not an angry person, and I hate feeling this way. I hope whatever it is passes soon.

I just took a shower. It's the first one I've had since Wednesday. Oops?

Just when you thought all the weirdos are gone from the internet...

A message I received on OKCupid:

"Hello,

You seem pretty cool. In fact, if you were any cooler, I'd let you pee in my mouth just so I could say I tasted it."


O_o

I mean, what seriously would be an appropriate response to this? Other than 'Fuck off'?

So I had my first ever solo bottle of wine last night.

Yes, I'm nearly 30 and I've never had a bottle of wine by myself before. I said it was weird. I'm so proud of myself for being able to get the cork out without mangling it.

That said. I have a hangover today! Gah! But I'm so much less stressed!

I am so bad at dieting.

I am supposed to only be eating one meal a day and eating just cereal for the other two. I just ordered a second meal from room service. It wasn't cereal. I have no f#$king willpower

As we were all leaving the house today, my roommate looked down at the gray object in the vestibule and said, "Are those yours?"

I looked over at the object, which I'd noticed on Friday night when I got home. "No, I thought it was yours. What is it?"

It was women's underwear. Not mine. Definitely not his.

Tres bizzare, n'est pas?