Today was a rough one.

After last night crappier than crap shift at work, fighting with one of my closest friends, and getting only two hours of sleep, I was not a happy camper.

So, after FINALLY falling asleep sometime after 4AM, I woke up at 6. Fantastic. Starting my 8AM to 6:30PM on two hours of sleep. Won-der-freaking-ful.

So I shower, and force myself to eat six ginger cookies. (I haven't been eating much at all lately. I couldn't tell you why. I just haven't been hungry. And when I eat a normal meal's worth of food, I get sick). Then I head off to work. I needed to talk to someone about last night. 

So I walk into PB, and demand to see my write up from last night. Then demand if Laura's gonna be in the café later. I felt so goddamn awful about how I approached them, especially because it was DB. He didn't deserve it. Of everyone in this world, he didn't deserve me snapping at him. I nearly start crying, and he offers me a hug. Jeez o pete's, why is he so goddamn perfect to me?

I write my nearly page long response to last night's bullshit, then cry and tell Sara everything that happened. She thought the write up was bull, and was pissed about the car situation. I won't even go in to that.

I head off to school. My first discussion is uneventful. My gender lecture, I look for the cute boy I met last week, but he isn't there. After class, I met up with Erin, who I haven't seen in way too long. We had a fantastic conversation about life. Highlight of my day for sure.

Even with the caffeine in me, I'm exhausted during my two o'clock lecture, and to just stay awake I browse my computer, completely ignoring the most important lecture of my day. The next half hour was a blur, and my deviance and control discussion I think I was half asleep for. I ditched lecture.

I came home, hoping to finish, or at least work on my ten page paper due Thursday, or maybe start my statistics homework, also due Thursday, but I had NO energy, nor did I really find that I cared.

Then Jaime and I got into a fight, and I literally felt like my heart was being ripped to shreds. Cried. A lot. Felt guilty for being sick, which I have NEVER felt before. We yelled back and forth at each other in text. I tried calling him, he said he didn't want to talk to me on the phone. I cried more. Confided in Erin.  And somehow, J and I are okay now? Yeah, I don't understand us either.

Whatever.

I guess today wasn't as rough as I thought. 

Good things that happened today that will keep me going:

1. I had coffee with Erin, who I haven't seen in what seemed like ten years (but was, in actuality, ten weeks).

2. This: And by the way, I almost bought you the Sword of Gryffindor today. But I don't have the money. It's 200 bucks. I hope the thought counts. I was going to do it to help you through this. Because you mean a lot to me. But I couldn't do it because I dont have that cash money.