One of those days

Today has been one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you get to the subway at six a.m., reach in your wallet for your metro card, don’t find it, have a mini panic attack because you just bought it like, four days ago and it’s seventy dollars and fuck!, realize that your panic attack and subsequent frantic search is better suited to the subway platform where at least you won’t miss your train, quickly buy a two dollar metro card from the machine, get to the platform and sit to start looking for your card then pat your pockets – just in case – and find the fucking card there, just as it is every day because you always take it out and put it in your pocket when you get coffee so you won’t have to fumble with it at the station.

The kind of day where you are almost late to work, you rush to get there only to find everyone in the hall of the building because the office isn’t opened yet.

The kind of day where you go out specifically to drop off your dry cleaning and forget your dry cleaning.

The kind of day where you go out around three to make a quick trip to the hardware store and get halfway there before you realize that they close at three on Sunday so you turn around and are almost home before you realize it is, in fact, Saturday.

You know, that kind of day.

My roommate’s folks are coming over to see the apartment for the first time tomorrow, so roommate has been a frenzy of cleaning and tidying and other –ing things that make me feel kind of like I’m at a museum. She scrubbed the bathroom garbage can and it’s all empty and clean and stuff and I had bathroom garbage and I was afraid to throw it out in the bathroom bin incase it ruined the cleanliness.

Basically I am tired and out-of-sorts and I’m having an “I miss living by myself” kind of day.

And I haven’t gotten my EW with Smidge on the cover yet. Grrr.

Maybe I should take a nap.