I Don't Own Any Green Clothes

What a day. Hungover, tired, late for work, annoyed, getting organized, relaxed, some deep thoughts and then some deep sadness and unknowing, finally exhaustion... quick summary.

I woke up hungover yesterday, very hungover. Hangovers and my meds mixed together do not make for good bed fellows. While I sleep like I'm in a coma, I don't wake up so easily and yesterday was no exception. I got to work late. Initially, I thought it would only be a half hour but it turned into an hour. I came in looking like a slob and feeling gross but I got into the office and apologized to my co-workers. They said "well, we're here". But, apparently, at least one of the two felt the need to tell on me. I don't think he thought I'd find out. I did. And I got really annoyed. Not so much because I have to take responsibility for my actions, I do, but because he left things out of the email to my supervisor (which my supervisor promptly forwarded to me in order to ask about me coming in late). He purposely, as one friend put it, painted me in a bad light. I guess part of why I felt annoyed was because I thought we were cool. If he had an issue, I wish he would have brought it to my attention on the side. I had told him before that I take a sedative to sleep... he really was just straight up sneaky about this. Because he was still acting normal to my face. I did bring it up to him very blatantly... let him know that I know. "Well, the supervisor knows that I was late now... because of the email you sent." He did not look in my direction but mumbled a "sorry". Whatever. Now I'm going to have to talk to my supervisor about coming in late, particularly on Mondays... Mondays are always my hardest days because my schedule gets messed up a little on the weekends.

I left work on time, taking vacation to cover my hour loss in the morning. And zipped on home. Once I got home, it took a little effort but I got caught up on some stuff that needed to be done. Laundry and the like... felt good. And I finally felt almost good after I got a shower. The shower helped so much and then I ran out to get some drinks with a friend of mine. The place we met up at was beautiful... http://www.golfpinehill.com/south-jersey-dining.cfm . I think I want to go back there and try brunch eventually. Last night, for St. Patty's Day, they did $2 drafts and a free Irish buffet. The food was really good, fresh... and I only spent $5 on my drinks. My third beer was bought by a stranger who purchased a drink for everyone at the bar. That was cool. A nice surprise. My friend and I got caught up since we rarely get to see each other and we agreed, as happens with most of my friends, that we shouldn't go as long next time. We'll see.

I got home last night and had a few things on my mind. A conversation from the weekend was weighing on me a bit and the annoyance I felt toward my co-worker was still there. Luckily, the crazy guy in here has been out for the last two days sick... gives us all a break.

I was busy getting my babygirl prepared to go tinkle outside when my mom made an announcement. My uncle is being sent to Iraq. It took a minute to sink in. And when it did, it sunk in hard. And I cried. And my problems just sort of faded into the background. Even when the cutie text me, I was too exhausted from the day and from the news to be able to respond much. I went to sleep. And today the sun does look a little brighter but I wonder what it looks like to my aunt and my uncle... he doesn't leave until August but who needs this at all?