Good grief. I want to hit someone. To borrow some verbage from Kaetchen, I feel molto bitchy today.
I’d say I got up on the wrong side of the bed, but my bed is butted up against the wall, so I pretty much always get up on the same side. I woke up thinking that it was Sunday for some odd reason. My brain is just so funny sometimes. Ha, ha.
Made coffee, checked my blood sugar (374. Fuck.), took a magna-load of insulin, ate a granola bar, practiced my scales. Scales on the new violin are *hard*. For some reaons, it feels like the tierce position on each string (3rd finger) is different on each string. That’s not how it is supposed to be. I just need to practice it a lot until my fingers find their places.
Then I got into work and responded to a trouble ticket because a user had locked themself out of the system by entering the wrong password too many times. J Haploid C, learn to freaking type. Now, the locking people out of the system thing is a new feature . . .
You know what, screw it. I don’t need to enter the sordid details of the bureaucratic cesspool that occasionly overflows into my work day. Suffice it to say that I was being bothered with stuff that I should not have been doing, and after I fixed it, multiple people felt the need to tell me how to fix it. Fingernails on chalkboards, people.
I’m going to meditate on the tranquility of a glass of water for a while. If that doesn’t lower my blood pressure, I’ll probably go outside and scream for a while.