I have been having a stupid day. First I excitedly bought a 56K modem only to find it was for IBM-PCs only. This was not actually stated anywhere on the box, so I got fooled. I took it back, frittered away more of the afternoon replacing it, plugged in the new Mac-friendly modem... and I can't tell one bit of difference. Nothing's downloading any faster than before. Feh. Almost two hundred bucks for this? I was expecting something more. I can't just reconfigure my system to recognise the 56K speed, either, because I'm using Open Transport which uses scripts. I haven't a clue how to set it up. I'll just have to hope the system recognises its greater abilities. Yeah, right. Like that's ever worked for me before, either with computers or with life.
Then I finished a roll of film as the daylight was fading, and began to rewind the film manually (I have an old Nikon). I thought it was finished because I felt a little "click" on the roller, so I flipped open the back to take the roll out. Noooooooo. I exposed my film instead. I was really pissed off because I'd taken what I'd rather thought were going to be my best photos yet of wildflowers. Maybe one or two shots will survive, but it was so stupid!
To top it off, as if that weren't stupid enough, I ran my wash through an entire cycle without actually putting the clothes in. Laundry detergent and all, yup yup. I usually stand there while the machine fills a bit so I can make sure the detergent is dissolving before stuffing the clothes in, but this time I wandered away and the machine had a nice, quiet wash all by itself. I don't know what's happened to my brain. It's like I've been blonde all day.
So now I'm in a completely foul mood, compounded by a sense of injustice and a seething anger about the buttheads who took my cement pig. Yeah, I'm still not over that, okay? Having stuff stolen from me makes me really angry, a stone in the stomach every time I think about it, a tight throat, tears edging my vision. I can't drink when I'm this angry, so there's no help there to just relax and forget about it. But I can eat. Eating makes me feel good. Mexican food, especially burritos, spicy and oily and delicious. Refried beans and fresh flour tortillas, chopped tomatos and cilantro and onions, creamy white cheese, slices of avocado, handfuls of jalapenos, all rolled up and steamed in its own juices. Sometimes I like it with carne asada but mostly I like veggie burritos. I love the high from Mexican food. I only wish it weren't so laden with calories.
Well, the heck with it. I'm going out to eat. I need some comforting. I'll try to walk it off later. And tomorrow cannot possibly be as stupid as today.
Right?
