The morning is officially over, so I’m waving a white flag of surrender to this really bad day. I’m hoping the nasty times were just isolated to this morning, when I not only got up on the wrong side of the bed but actually slept in the wrong bed altogether. Maybe my afternoon will go better. It almost has to, or I’ll burst into tears and scare my co-workers and some clients.

In addition to the parking problems I had this morning, my work laptop is dying. I think the RAM I got last month is faulty; I’ve tried a bunch of different things but everything points to the memory. There’s nothing like doing a whole bunch of work only to get BSoD’d in the middle of it all – hell, I couldn’t even boot this morning. I was in such a rage that my boss sent me on an errand to get me out of the office, and I took the opportunity to see if I could a) return the faulty RAM, or b) get more. No luck for either one; the memory is more than 30 days old and also they’re out of stock. I headed back to the office where the parking situation had not eased – I’m currently parked in another lot owned by the same company, but is more expensive. Here’s hoping they don’t look at my ticket stub too closely; the last thing I need is another parking ticket for my Wall of Shame.

Last night’s brilliant idea of sleeping in the spare room to get away from Ed’s snotty snores didn’t turn out to be so brilliant after all. I slept very poorly, and woke up very sore. Tonight I’m going to try drugging myself unconscious with some Benedryl and hope that I fall asleep before his disgusting noises start. I know he can’t help it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t sleep. I am sore and tired and oh, having such a bad day.

I do have leftovers from last night’s Indian food though, and that is making things a little better for the time being.

I hate being this out of sorts. I feel like I’m grumpy and horrid towards everyone, and it’s making me feel very guilty for sucking so much. I’ll have to buy some treats for the space station later to apologize for being such a basket case – all I need is some sleep and perhaps a solid kick to my rear end, and I’ll be better. I think. It could also backfire and send me into a murderous rage.