I had a NOT SO GREAT day today. Therefore, I left work and drove straight to Chick Fil A and ordered a large sweet tea because NOTHING MAKES ME FEEL BETTER QUITE LIKE A 32 OUNCE SUGARY BEVERAGE does. Unfortunately when the lady handed my drink to me I sped away without taking the straw or my complimentary antibacterial wipe. I heard her yell after me, "M'AM...WAIT!" but I was too far gone.
I just went home straw-less, because even I am above making a second trip through the drive-through to order a drinking straw and one antibacterial wipe.
When I got home I walked in the apartment and Michelle was sitting at the kitchen table. "Hey," she said, "How are you?" and I said "I am feeling FULL. OF. HATRED."
Evidently I was also feeling A WEE. BIT. DRAMATIC.
Things started looking up though and then Matt stopped by on his way home from work and we ate dinner together. He just started a brand new job and he is over the moon about it. Today he got a tour of the facility and there is a cafeteria, a fitness center, and a BARBER SHOP AND SALON on the first floor of his office building.
You know what's on the first floor of my office building? A MORGUE.
SOMETHING ABOUT THIS IS NOT FAIR.
Speaking of work, I've been thrown off all week since I was off Monday and Tuesday due to Hurricane Sandy. I had a few things due Friday of this week, and yesterday I stayed late to finish them. And I did finish them. Except yesterday was Wednesday. So I was a full 48 hours ahead of the game.
And tonight I told Matt that UGHHHH this week is taking forever, and why can't Friday just COME A LITTLE MORE QUICKLY? And he said, "Laura, it's already Thursday night."
All in all this has been a good week. We made it safely through Hurricane Sandy. I went home to stay with my parents during the storm because I didn't want to be by myself if the power went out. Turns out my apartment didn't end up losing power at all, but the power went out at my parents' on Monday night at about 7:30.
And at 8:00 my dad and sister were measuring the candle holder on the coffee table and the shadow it cast on the ceiling, calculating the ratio between the two, and determining whether or not the relationship was linear or exponential.
Listen. I can't even tell you the last time I even THOUGHT the words "linear" or "exponential." Which would explain why I was on the couch telling jokes like "What did the salad say before dinner?" "LETTUCE PRAY."
The whole linear/exponential thing got us talking about what kind of math Emily is taking this year. Pre-calculus. I asked her to jog my memory about what pre-calc includes exactly, and my mom reminded me that, "Laura, you never took pre-calc."
That's right. I pretty much topped out at geometry.
Maybe my family shouldn't have allowed me to be the scorekeeper for our Uno card game earlier in the day.
Who knows who actually won?
Happy (finally? already?) Friday!