NoJoMo Day 14: disaster

I don’t know why nothing has gone well for me this weekend!!! It’s like all my plans, even the well-laid in advance plans have fallen apart the minute I pick them up.

Friday: Got off work late, didn’t make it to the post office, didn’t get my Skype date, didn’t get to spend time with Isaac, wanted to play pool and couldn’t find anyone to go with, got stuck going to a bar with Kale and a guy who annoys the crap out of me most of the time. Then spent the night tossing and turning and unable to to go sleep until after 2am. Oh, and Quinn texted me asking to hang out Saturday after I get off work.

Saturday: Up at 6:45am to pick up Kitty for our 8am meeting. Worked from 10-5 after the meeting. Wanted to go out but didn’t have the energy and again, no one to hang out with. Quinn ends up bailing because he didn’t drive, his new little girlfriend did. So start thinking of spending a quiet night in with Isaac instead. He falls asleep and that’s a fail too.

Sunday: Get the news that a friend of mine’s husband passed away from brain cancer this morning. This is a guy I have known since high school but who happened to be married to a girl friend of mine from the store. I bump into everything, my sinuses start acting up so I can barely breathe, I didn’t get to eat anything all day (still haven’t but I have NO appetite whatsoever). Quinn texted me bright and early in the morning saying he’s sorry for bailing but he didn’t drive and blah blah blah. Really?! So you knew the whole time that it would be the 3 of us and it never occurred to you that it might make any of us uncomfortable? Really!?! WTF? Gah, I dated a freaking moron!! I was supposed to go and see Aubrey tonight. I spent 20 minutes sitting in traffic to move maybe (MAYBE!!!) half of a mile. At the rate I was going, I wasn’t going to get up there until 8 or 9pm and I have to work in the morning so spending 2 hours up there meant I wasn’t going to get home until almost midnight. No. So I had to reschedule and now I’m supposed to go up there Tuesday. In a last ditch effort to try and fix my weekend I called Isaac after hearing pretty much nothing from him all freaking day. No answer. A few minutes later he tells me he’s over at his boss’s house fixing a computer for him. Fine, what-the-fuck-ever! I’m so tired of this weekend, I actually wish it were Monday right now, that’s how bad it is.

I just want to curl up and cry, I am so fed up with the way this weekend has gone. It has been one thing after another and I’m tired of it. I just want one thing to go right and it can’t. Seriously? Not one thing? I couldn’t even get the right drink today! I asked for a cherry limeade from Firehouse and it’s pretty much just cherry syrup. Now that seems really small and normally I’d just laugh and be all "it’s cool" but seriously? After everything else, I can’t even have something so small or so fucking simple go right?!?!? GAAAAAAH!

*throws a temper tantrum*

I’m tired of this weekend. I’m tired of my crappy friends and my crummy streak of bad juju wherever it’s coming from. Enough is enough!!