As far as night’s go, last night was worse than terrible. It was demonic.
It started with an evil bookshelf – the hardest of assembly pieces I purchased for my living room and the last thing I needed in order to have a semi-presentable apartment for my company arriving in two weeks(!!!).
So… yeah. The shelf broke me. It turned me into a bitter shell of a woman. I screamed, I came THISCLOSE to crying, I threw many a screw (that’s fun to say) and at the end I was left with a bookshelf so shoddily constructed I had to put it in a different spot than I’d planned just so it would have a wall nearby to keep it from toppling over.
I left out the drawer, because I couldn’t figure out how to assemble it and didn’t attach the back matting because the shelf was so crooked it didn’t fit. But whatever, my books are now rested precariously on a shelf that isn’t too hideous if you don’t look straight at it. I’ll take it.
I worked on the thing from 7 p.m. until 12:30 a.m. This was my fault. I’m OCD and couldn’t stop. After I managed to get the shelf up, I had to unpack my last two boxes (books and such). Then I had to get out my decorations since I finally had somewhere to put them.
Yes, I am ridiculous.
This would have been fine though. I came to terms with the evil shelf (at least it wasn’t very expensive), and decided to skip Body Pump in the morning so I could get a decent amount of sleep. No harm, no foul.
I crawled into bed, answered a few texts I had missed during the assembly frenzy and then thought to myself “I really hope I can sleep tonight, or the rest of the week is going to suck.”
I started to relax and my mind started to settle, and then – as if on cue, my stomach turned and I started to feel incredibly queasy.
I’m not a puker, it’s just not something I do. But last night… I did. All. Night. Long.
I was calling dinosaurs. They answered and asked me why I felt the need to buy such a deranged shelf. Stupid dinosaurs.
I have no idea why it happened. I guess it was probably something I ate. Maybe the takeout chicken? Who knows. Maybe it was overexertion from the evil shelfcapades? Yes, when in doubt – blame the shelf.
So yeah, I got about 30 minutes of sleep last night. Maybe. And I can’t call in to work because I finally got them to agree to a comp day in a few weeks and I don’t want to seem like an uber slacker.
I did manage to choke down a mini bagel for breakfast hoping it would make me feel so better (not so much), but I can’t bring myself to drink my coffee. This could be disastrous.
Oh well, to work I go! I have too much going on this week to stay sick.