Got in a Little Funk

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Yesterday I finally had a day off. I worked 7 days straight and with my ankle it felt like years. Maybe not that long, but I was in serious need of a good rest day.

I made the decision to spend my day laying in bed watching TV and eating junk food. And that is exactly what I did. I hardly spoke to anyone and my poor little Pixel didn’t get the play time that she needed. By the end of the day I was in such a funk that I just wanted to drift away and be forgotten. I wanted to cease to exist.

Lucky for me that was cured with a little reading and a lot of sleep. I didn’t mean to sleep so much, but evidently my body needed it.

Today I am feeling much better. I have left my room and spoke to my mom a little bit and my TV is not on. It may come on later today because I want to watch and Anime that has been waiting for me, but I have other things to do first. I really should clean my room, but who wants to clean on a day off?

I have made a note to myself and told my friends and family to never let me take a vacation day like that again. I just can’t do it. I can’t sit around doing nothing all day. It doesn’t work for me. I am happiest when I am productive in any way. I can write, clean, research, read. Anything but sit in front of the TV and watch mind numbing movies all day. Of course, if I had actually put in Labyrinth yesterday it wouldn’t have been such a complete fail.

So, in my need for a rest day I realized that rest is not something I do anymore. At least not an entire day of it. I have to be productive to feel good about myself. I have so much to do in my life and I have to start doing it before I waste what ever time it is that I have left.

My monthly goals have been shot. I have not written a single thing other than blog post and I have now missed two days of blogging. I need to do better, and I will. At least now I know that I can no longer be the unproductive girl I used to be.

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A Female Thing

I have decided that the world is just unfair.  I’m not talking about how the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.  Or how my job doesn’t pay enough for me to pay off my student loans, but I wouldn’t have this job with out an education.  I’m not even talking about how every time I go a little over the speed limit I get pulled over, while others fly by me and never get caught.  I am talking about how mother nature just hates woman, and society couldn’t care less.

Oh yeah, you know where this is going.  That monthly thing that most woman have to face each month. The pain, the grumpiness, the need for chocolate and movies that make you cry.  Lets not forget the heating pad and the incredible amounts of Midol. It’s all so wonderful…

To top it all off, we are expected to still go to work, and be happy about it! So I have come up with a course of action to save us all from the pains of womanhood.

I am sure men hate it just as much as women do.  Let’s face it, women are already hard to deal with.  I know that I am a complicated being, I will fess up to my womanly nature of being hard to understand.  And when that time of the month rolls around, it only gets worse.  I am cramping, making me grumpy.  My emotions are all over the place, making me angry at you one moment and crying the next.

Here is a solution for it all.  There is always that one day that it’s worse.  The pains are intensified and the emotions are through the roof.  I know when my day is, the moment I wake up.  For me, that day is today.  Not even the Midol is helping with the cramps.  I should be at home, curled up in bed, eating chocolate and watching sappy love stories.  Not sitting at work, around a bunch of men who already annoy the crap out of me on a normal day.

This one day should be a free day.  Once a month every woman should get a paid day off, to deal with her sufferings.  It will be better for everyone.  Men do not have to run when they see the evil eyes of a woman ready to bite his head off.  And woman can sulk in her pain with a heating pad stragically placed, chocolate ice cream with a big spoon, and the Notebook in the DVD player.  Or sleeping because you had to take a double dose of Midol for it to even touch the cramps.

Wouldn’t everyone be happier?  As the case is, I can’t afford to take a day off work.  I am stuck here with tons of work I don’t care to deal with, because the pain is already enough.  I don’t want to talk to anyone, see anyone, laugh, smile, or even be seen.

Women, let’s get a petition going to make this thing happen!