Back to My Old Hopeful Self
Today I'm tired, but joyful. I am back to my usual self after some horrible trials with my plumbing. DAMN - I hate plumbing. Give me an electrical problem any day. And being a plumber - is that a licence to print money or WHAT?
My job is driving me right through the wringer. I'm so fried I don't know which end is up anymore. Everyone expects you to perform miracles with ZERO information. Are they afraid that sharing information makes it no longer useful to themselves? What is WRONG with management? spiteful knobs.
Soon, I'll be forced to do a 'tempo' run (read: fast enough to want to puke) in my old beaten down walkin' shoes because I've forgotten my new runners at home. BLEURGH! Get the masking tape! My poor little feet!
All of these things and physical ailments aside, I'm in a great mood. I consider myself an extremely lucky person to be able to go out there and blister myself up in the name of trimming my rearview. I've got my health and the sun is shining. I have a lot to be happy for.
But what I'm most happy for is the fact that I've finally found my birth control prescription. I've been so out to lunch, that when I refilled my prescription in April, I forgot which pharmacy I did it at! So, I've been dealing with horrendous bouts of acne, bloating and mood swings out of season. My doc is on vacation, I have no time to get to an afterhours clinic for a new prescription and BAM! I finally called the right pharmacy ... when the pharmacist asked my date of birth I nearly screamed in his ear! JACKPOT!!! WOO HOO!!!
I'm proud to say that I am no longer in the mood to call off my wedding, quit the half-marathon and hit the booze! 
