Woe is Me

Here's how today went:

• Woke up too early for my taste.
• Work was fine.
• I was sad that Romney didn't get the nomination, BUT I'm okay with Palin. She was a smart choice. I like her enough to vote for McCain. It's so tempting to write in Romney, buuuut that doesn't help Obama NOT get elected.
• I remembered that the carpet cleaners (who were supposed to come Tuesday, but didn't) were actually coming today--and that I didn't pick up all our stuff off the floor.
• Raced home from work, only to find that they were already in my apartment, of course.
• Remembered various unmentionables that were on the floor in our bedroom.
• Died of shame and humiliation.
• Refused to enter the house--too awkward.
• Drove to Smiths instead, and bought some unnecessary stuff.
• Drove by my apt, and the carpet cleaners were STILL there.
• Drove to Kyle's office in Springville, hoping to see him on his lunch break.
• On the freeway, a big nasty flatbed truck was ahead of me, a piece of metal flew off of it and made a BIG crack in our BRAND NEW WINDSHIELD.
• It scared me. I was mad.
• Then a big plastic container flew off the truck, making me swerve and nearly die to avoid hitting it.
• I was REALLY mad.
• Sat outside Kyle's work, but his phone wasn't on.
• Waited.
• Talked to Christy.
• Looked up movie times.
• Still waited.
• Gave up.
• Drove home.
• Our carpet is wet, and our furniture is all in the kitchen.
• And now I'm bored.

My mood has improved though. Mom/Dad/Katy are coming tomorrow morning, and that makes me feel better.