Some weeks it feels like Monday and Friday are years apart.
This was one of those weeks.
I almost dropped elbows on Tuesday night.
My bowling team is more like the drama club. Yes, I'm a bowler (cue laughter) but hear me out. I don't take it seriously, AT ALL. I'm there for the pitchers of beer and what I thought would be good times.
Turns out, the times...they aren't so good.
I don't think we've gone one week without someone not speaking to someone else, myself included.
I don't think we've gone one week without me saying:
"What the fuck am I doing here when I could be in bed reading?"
Mind you, I have a busted ankle and a broken toe so putting on my bowling shoes (yes, I own bowling shoes - keep laughing!) is like having to rip off every finger nail, piece by piece and then sticking my raw fingers into boiling water. I'm not kidding. My toe fucking hurts.
Couple that with someone really hitting a fucking nerve and let's just say that everyone in that place is lucky I cannot (legally) carry a concealed weapon.
And that, my friends, was just Tuesday.
Work is painful. Being home is painful. My head/nose/face is painful.
Sleep does not seem to be happening anymore.
I may or may not throw my Blackberry into the Hudson River.
I can no longer deal with anyone's problems/feelings/issues because I have enough of my own.
So this weekend, I'm checking out. Having a little me time. Doing some stuff for myself.
The first thing I'm going to do? Grab myself a beer.
Have a great weekend!