Today's one of those days where everything's gone wrong.
For starters, I knew it was going to be a semi-day. Semi-hungover after a late night at the Money Money concert, and a rude awakening to wild bruises and things that are going to leave a scar.
I was right up front just givin' 'er last night, and the crowd was young and crazy. Slamdancing or moshing, I don't know what the currrent term is, but I was in the thick of it for awhile, really just blowing off steam by acting less than half my age, surrounding by those that were just that, literally. But mygod, I needed that. I guess somewhere between kid and other responsibilities, I just damned forgot about losing myself in a crowd of screaming and dancing people, jumping up and down to the the beat of a drum, the scream of a guitar, and the wail of a rockin' lead singer.
I finally made it back home sometime after 4 in the AM, and proceeded to burn my arm taking a tray out of the oven. And of course, I wasn't loaded, just clutzy in the kitchen as always. I tried to stave off a minor hangover by drinking pint after pint of water, and watching Footloose, and it worked, to a degree.
For I was up in the morning and out the door, feeling just fine. A pair of sunglasses, and my hair pinned back, a light breeze of frigid air. I picked up Kole and we watched a bit of a movie, and then, without much protest at all, we both decided to have a nap. I needed one, but was woken up not even 20 minutes into it by my sister, who should have known better. She just called to ask if I would help her with her laundry (she hurt her back last week) And it went downhill from there.
Tired and irritable, Kole woke up, and there was no way to fall back asleep. I did my sister's laundry, who, while thoroughly apologetic, still wanted it done. And somewhere between the dry cycle, and the second load, Kole let out a scream, and pointed out that the toilet had overflooded.
Suddenly, my non-hangover was elevated to hangover status, as I plunged and finally got the toilet fixed. And after cleaning the mess, I was about to put the pine sol away, but I dropped the fucking bottle on the clean floor, and had to clean that new mess up, with a suddenly pounding head.
I could go on and on about how it continued to go bad, even up to now, but I think I'll just go to bed. This day is over for me.