It's not like I have a job other than professional crazy person. So why do Mondays still suck?
I thought I had an appointment with my new psychiatrist today. Went to the office like a good girl, holding panic in check. To find out that my appointment is TOMORROW morning. Great.
So on to my next task which was going to Walmart. We were out of food. We had parts of meals, but no actual meals. No snacks. No milk. Panic attack in the cereal aisle. So I wound up needing two carts - which I had to handle myself - to get all the food to stock the kitchen so Mr. Ginger doesn't starve while I'm at my parents for Christmas. Why am I leaving him alone for Christmas? It's his PRESENT. Since the evacuation, he has had zero time alone in the house. He's going to get at LEAST three days by himself with a stocked kitchen and video games. I will not be calling him unless I break a bone or blood is gushing out of a head wound made by a herd of wild buffalo trampling me.
So I now have the song "Tell My Why I Don't Like Mondays" going through my head.
Did watch Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy tonight. HIGHLY recommended. Time went so fast I thought I was in an improbablity drive!