One of Those Days

Today was one of those days that made you wish you had a really bad memory. But the funky thing about memory is that you remember the things you don't want to remember easier than the things you do want to remember. Perhaps this is because happy events just leave you all warm and fuzzy whereas one tends to dwell on unhappy events, therefore etching them in one's memory.

Sigh. Blast you, memory.

Today was a day full of mistakes. A day that can be described as "well flunked." It was also one of those days that had moments that, when remembered, make you think, "Was that right? Maybe I shouldn't have said or done that? What do they think of me now?"

But today was also, even, a happy day. I chattered with my friends, made snarky remarks, and laughed a lot. A friend made us dinner (which was excellent!) and Dad took three of us to Goodwill so we could have a shopping spree (which was odd because Dad never takes us to Goodwill and we very rarely do shopping of any kind on Sunday).

Today was also one of those days where you go to bed thinking, "I have to go to bed now so I can get up early tomorrow, but, I cannot go to sleep now! There is so much that needs to be done!" It is one of those days where you go to bed and your dreams have three reacurring themes, stress, stress, and stress. If my teeth and hair fall out and I turn rainbow colors, that is why.

November 22nd was one of those days. Twenty-four more hours on the wild ride of life.

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