Down: My hair was really flat all day.
Up: I found awesome lipgloss at Walgreens in a shade that’s basically perfect for me.
Down: I tore the zipper on my makeup bag.
Up: I’ve resisted the urge to go to Taco Bell two nights in a row.
Down: I had Burger King for lunch.
Up: The car started today, after yesterday’s frozen-engine-fiasco.
Down: I’m pretty sure I accidentally offended a coworker because I can’t read the signs of when a conversation should be over.
Up: I got paid today.
Down: I’m also pretty sure that I interrupted my neighbors’ pizza-and-beer night by dropping in to give them a heads-up, and staying longer than necessary.
Up: I have the house to myself.
Down: I’m lonely.
Up: I have the weekend off.
Down: I feel really fat right now.
I could probably go on like this forever. It’s been a weird day, and an even weirder week. I essentially loathe working at Starbucks after 3pm, and I’ve worked the evening or close shift for the last five days. I am tired, but not tired enough to go to bed.
I think this is what they legally classify as insomnia.
I guess I should go find something productive to do.
