countdown: 7 days

Today was a downer...I was SO excited to finally have a day to myself since I've been working my butt off but today did not live up to my expectations.

I had a million things on my to-do list, one of which was to make the dreaded trip to the DMV but, of course, I woke up late and couldn't get there early enough to make it worth while. So we can't check that one off the list.

To top off waking up late, we're out of coffee...Now I've survived 2 days so far without it and was hoping to make living caffeine free my new norm but I feel so lethargic! So exhausted to the point where it must be withdrawals and I'm officially a caffeine addict.

Once I got my morning slowly going, took the dogs out and tried to think of what I COULD get done today which only flooded my head with thoughts of every little thing I needed to, most of which I couldn't, and I started to stress out about not getting things done, not having money, and so on and so forth. I finally broke when I spilled my water glass on my phone, all over my license renewal form, and all over my $5 coupon for fresh and easy! The dogs barked when the glass fell and I yelled for them to shut up...seriously? I told my dogs to shut-up? This is a phrase I try very hard not to use...and now I just yelled it at my helpless puppies. I'm a terrible person.

So I decided that I needed to do something to take my mind off things and calm down. I went to the pool. It was sunny and the pool was empty; Mmmmmm pool.

I had a new outlook on things as I left to walk back to the apt. I got in the elevator (the pool is on the 4th floor) and pressed the *1. The elevator dropped pretty rapidly and it came to an abrupt halt, then bounce a little and then nothing. I FREAKED....started pressing buttons :::door open::: :::floor 1::: :::floor 2::: I almost pressed the panic button when the floor number finally went :ding: (yeah yeah it all probably only took like 20 seconds but it was the longest 20 seconds ever!) turns out I was on the third floor, the doors open and I jump out of the elevator. I never even pressed the 3rd floor button! WTF. So I frantically look around for some stairs, none in sight. I tell myself I'm crazy and press the down button again. THANKFULLY the other elevator stopped and I got on, and it worked perfectly fine.

I hate elevators.

Now the puppies are running around our apt. I'm trying to come up with how I will accomplish my to-do list over the next few days since it didn't happen today...although, I did vacuum.

I wish my license wasn't expired and I wasn't broke so I could take myself out for a stiff drink. When is J coming home again?

Countdown: 7 days.