The worst week ever?

Already feeling blue...

Truck speedometer fails.

Insomnia.

Monday = bad.

Traffic.

Insomnia.

White spray-paint + dress clothes and shoes = STUPID.

Hands are semi-permanently white.

Got some bad news... A friend has a death in the family.

Cooler weather. Gloomy days ahead. Bed is cold, empty and lonely.

Insomnia.

Work is AWFUL. I want to quit.

Too much coffee. Way too much.

Insomnia.

I find out I have to wait a couple of years before I am eligible for the only job I've ever REALLY wanted. I am still paying for past mistakes.

Belittled by a complete stranger.

Pick up brake-parts for my truck that I've had to order numerous times in the last 2 weeks. Who keeps giving my parts away?

Break the idler pulley on my way home from O'reilly's.

Irony?

Truck is now completely useless. Finally make it home.

Make three trips to the store before I get the right parts.

Find out I don't get my son as I was supposed to.

Install idler pulley = slice hand open.

Continue to pray in hopes of understanding a relationship with a friend.

Insomnia.

Brake job = no fun and back pain.

Once semi-permanent white hands are now semi-permenantly black.

Ruin favorite pair of jeans.

Doctor says my condition is not under control as they had anticipated. Why? Because I don't use nicotine anymore. Who knew?

More prescriptions - one for nicotine patches.

A friend continues to blow me off.

Truck towed (no signs, of course).

Impound = $165.95

Ulcerative Colitis. Didn't I just get back from the doctor?

Irony?

Insomnia.

Ordinarily, my plan would be to take a day off and cry all day, or at least destroy something. I guess sometimes we start to see all the small blessings that underline all of our trials. Remember the friends that do stick with you and help you push through.