Just one more thing...

[TheEarl]

...and I'm going to start crying.

I have had the world's shittest day today. Circumstances appear to have convened to made my life utter hell for 24 hours and one of the few things that have been bright for me in my darkness was crushed underfoot.

I'm in large amounts of pain, I feel like crap, I can't walk properly and my major coping mechanism for times of great stress and angst (buying myself chocolate treats) isn't available because of my own rules. Then on another thread, someone suggest the idea of a fishfinger buttie. I suddenly have a huge craving for one.

I drag myself out to my car, and slowly lower myself into the driver's seat. I then drive the 1 minute to the shop, catching every traffic light on the way and spend nearly all the money I have left on fishfingers, bread and something sweet, but not chocolatey. I discover along the way, that a great way to aggravate the pain in my hip is to get out of a car and I actually attract concerned onlookers when I cry out as I try to exit my car.

I get home, start cooking my fishfinger sandwich and pop my head into Lit, noting to Mat that 'this fishfinger sandwich will be easily the best thing that's happened to me all day.' I then return to the kitchen to discover that our grill is playing up, and my fishfingers are verging on the charcoal.

No matter; I flip them over and start buttering the bread and arranging the condiments. "Where's the tomato sauce?" "Oh, I finished that earlier today."

<scream>

Back to car, back to shop, back to excruciating pain in legs before hobbling back into house with ludicrously overpriced tiny bottle of Heinz's best to adorn my now cold sandwiches.

This is the kind of day to commit suicide to.

[/vent]

The Earl

 

[cloudy]

I'd tell you about my wonderful life but it would just make you cry, too.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

...and I'm going to start crying.

I have had the world's shittest day today. Circumstances appear to have convened to made my life utter hell for 24 hours and one of the few things that have been bright for me in my darkness was crushed underfoot.

I'm in large amounts of pain, I feel like crap, I can't walk properly and my major coping mechanism for times of great stress and angst (buying myself chocolate treats) isn't available because of my own rules. Then on another thread, someone suggest the idea of a fishfinger buttie. I suddenly have a huge craving for one.

--

<scream>

Back to car, back to shop, back to excruciating pain in legs before hobbling back into house with ludicrously overpriced tiny bottle of Heinz's best to adorn my now cold sandwiches.

This is the kind of day to commit suicide to.

[/vent]

The Earl

I believe the gist of your epistle is that you're having a terribly horrible, really rotten, no-good kind of day.

I'll just pass along the country wisdom of the great David Clyde Wright, a scholar, alcoholic, and pig farmer, who when all was going to shit, would so wisely observe that things could be worse. "Just think about the poor people over in China. One billion of them poor devils and not a decent beer to drink."

There, bet you feel all better now.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[English Lady]

Aww Earl *hugs* what a sucky day!

I gave up chocolate 2 times over lent and it's always easy at the beginning and end but a right bugger in the middle...so good luck. One year I gave up pepsi max and all things cola.....I was a witch for a good volume of those 40 days *L*

it'll get better, I hope you physically feel better soon and I am sure you'll have a better day tommorrow!

 

[angelicminx]

Lots of kisses and lots of hugs! I don't know quite what to say. I wish I had a way to put a ray of sunshine into your life. A way to alleviate your pain. Just know my thoughts are with you, as I am sure everyone's are.

 

[Guest]

...and I'm going to start crying.

I have had the world's shittest day today. Circumstances appear to have convened to made my life utter hell for 24 hours and one of the few things that have been bright for me in my darkness was crushed underfoot.

I'm in large amounts of pain, I feel like crap, I can't walk properly and my major coping mechanism for times of great stress and angst (buying myself chocolate treats) isn't available because of my own rules. Then on another thread, someone suggest the idea of a fishfinger buttie. I suddenly have a huge craving for one.

I drag myself out to my car, and slowly lower myself into the driver's seat. I then drive the 1 minute to the shop, catching every traffic light on the way and spend nearly all the money I have left on fishfingers, bread and something sweet, but not chocolatey. I discover along the way, that a great way to aggravate the pain in my hip is to get out of a car and I actually attract concerned onlookers when I cry out as I try to exit my car.

I get home, start cooking my fishfinger sandwich and pop my head into Lit, noting to Mat that 'this fishfinger sandwich will be easily the best thing that's happened to me all day.' I then return to the kitchen to discover that our grill is playing up, and my fishfingers are verging on the charcoal.

No matter; I flip them over and start buttering the bread and arranging the condiments. "Where's the tomato sauce?" "Oh, I finished that earlier today."

<scream>

Back to car, back to shop, back to excruciating pain in legs before hobbling back into house with ludicrously overpriced tiny bottle of Heinz's best to adorn my now cold sandwiches.

This is the kind of day to commit suicide to.

[/vent]

The Earl

Shit happens.












Now go have a wank. Shocky's thinking of you.

 

[Guest]

inhale





itll be ok... ill come back later to let you know when to exhale.

 

[moonlight elf]

sending gentle *hugs* your way. Even when all seems engulfed by darkness morning always comes. I'm wishing that morning finds you soon.
more *hugs*
moonlight

 

[Guest]

Earl my lad, put on your big boy panties and deal with it.

Really hope the day, or night, improves. I admire your resolve.

luv, Pear

 

[Quiet_Cool]

inhale





itll be ok... ill come back later to let you know when to exhale.

It's been 40 minutes, I think he'd turning blue...

Sorry to hear of bad times, Earl. Things always get better. Lame thing to say, but 100% true. More true than Budweiser, in fact.

Q_C

 

[impressive]

{{{ Hugs }}}

 

[The_Fool]

Some days just aren't meant to be lived. Time to go back to bed and sleep through it....

 

[TheEarl]

Earl my lad, put on your big boy panties and deal with it.

Of course, panties are my secondary coping mechanism after chocolate.

Good night all. Thanks.

The Earl

 

[Guest]

exhale

 

[minsue]

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The Pope has been in the news here a lot. They've been talking about his belief that suffering is a sacrament and a gift from God; an opportunity to be one with Christ.

Somehow the picture of Jesus running out of tomato sauce and rolling his eyes towards heaven and asking "Father, Father, why has Thou forsaken me?" does't quite compute.

Just kidding Earl. It's a stamp-your-foot-and-throw-something moment though. It's not a wrist-slasher. Go rent Napoleon Dynamite.

---Zoot

 

[brightlyiburn]

Just kidding Earl. It's a stamp-your-foot-and-throw-something moment though. It's not a wrist-slasher.

I have to agree. Throwing something is much less painful than cutting yourself and ultimately more satisfying. Especially if it shatters upon impact. Or hits someone.
I know this is going to sound lame, but keep some newspapers around the house. When you have a day like this, get some of the newspaper and shred it. Sounds odd, but it will make you feel worlds better. And the newspaper can't yell at you for taking your feelings out on it.

 

[carsonshepherd]

this is going to sound lame, but keep some newspapers around the house. When you have a day like this, get some of the newspaper and shred it. Sounds odd, but it will make you feel worlds better. And the newspaper can't yell at you for taking your feelings out on it.

Earl and I are wall-kickers from way back

sorry about the ketchup Earl. That really bites. I started making pork paprikash last night after an extensive trip to the grocery store; when I got ready to add the sour cream I realized we didn't have any. So I put in taco spices instead and made it "Ranchero Pork" Pretty good actually.

What did you do to your foot?

 

[Elsie Grey]

Nevermind sweetie! I'll ring you tomorrow n we can swap bad day stories! At least it's only a 24hr thing, the way my life is going right now I think I'm just going to go hibernate for a couple of years or something.

Sleep well hun, it'll be better in the morning!

Elsie

xxx

 

[SnoopDog]

Well, Earl, what can I say ?

If you ever feel like
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you should just try to think of better times and make a
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Snoopy

 

[oggbashan]

You could also imagine that your troubles give you a good excuse not to engage in Morris Dancing.

Anything is better than that.

Og

 

[TheEarl]

You lot are magic. Sorry about the long extended moan; it had just been one of those days. I use the past tense cause it's now 12:25am, so officially out of the crappiness that was 26th February.

Thanks all.

The Earl

 

[English Lady]

Earl...facing the coming day with your newly aquired bottle of Ketchup I am sure today will be better!

Hope you're having fun (in fact I hope you're still in bed...a good lie in works magic on a bad mood!)

 

[Liar]

Sorry about the long extended moan

Long, extended moans can be a good thing.

 

[Kassiana]

Everyone has crappy days sometimes. The good thing about them is that they do end.