I had a bad day yesterday. I won't bore you with the details, but it was one of those days where even being at work was too much. That's saying a lot since work is my haven these days. So, pleading a family emergency, I went home.
I got home and grabbed a blanket and some pillows and set up on the couch. Kept the lights off and turned on the TV. I watched every single cop and detective show that Bill hates. Plain and simple I spent the day trying my hardest to ignore all the shit that is piling up in my personal life.
For lunch I had a very fattening, very starchy double serving of lasagna. I haven't had more than 1/2 cup of pasta since I started my diet. It felt sooooo good to just shove that stuff in my mouth knowing full well that it was a "no no". I was enjoying myself so much that I went into the kitchen and poured myself a rockstar energy drink with a liberal dose of Patron silver tequila. Yum.
I rarely sit on the couch doing nothing for more than a few short minutes, but yesterday I did not leave the couch until "he" showed up home. Then I took my pity party into the bedroom and snoozed there until he went to sleep too. Then my mobile pity party relocated to the couch.
I must have gotten 12 or more hours of sleep yesterday between dozing off in my tequila stupor and going to bed before prime time TV. God I felt rested this morning. Maybe I need to take a sick day more often.
