mood swing whiplash

[jaeclectic]

With an agenda for the day consisting of brunch, a massage, and then dinner, this should have been just a day of bliss. And you know, it was a good day, just with these intense little intervals of not-goodness.

Mainly centered around realizing that my cell phone battery was dead-dead (not just not charged, but no longer holding a charge). And I need my cell phone for work. So I really had to find time to stop somewhere. Which this day did not contain.

Brunch of course was fun, but not surprisingly we didn't sit down to eat until almost 2.

Therefore ended up being a few minutes late for my massage appointment, after which raced to Emeryville and wrangled through the xmas shopper traffic to buy a cell phone battery, rushed home and was a few minutes late for dinner -- which of course was no big deal except in my obsessive-compulsively on-time mind.

Oh, and en route to dinner, tripped over a wire hanger hidden in the shadow of a curb, acted just like a trip wire, I toppled right over and landed on my hands and one shin, scattering xmas cards all over the sidewalk. I can see the bruises starting to come up already.

Very very tired now. An early night for me...


Addendum: To keep this day in perspective, it should be noted that everything is more difficult when one starts the day with a profound hangover. That glögg thing...

Addendum 2: I like Stephanie's take on the falling flat on my face part: "At least there was no dog shit involved". A profound metaphor, indeed.