My Bubble. No, Cube.

It's been raining for the past few days. Its been stuffy and the sky 's either hazy or it's the smog . It's hard to tell the difference between a hazy day and a high smog advisory day around here, but I think it's too earlier in the season for smog serious-ness.
So it's just been that kind of day . I could have used some sunshine today instead:

-Drunk TTC Driver - wtf . Ok so that really didn't effect my day much . To be honest I'm listening to the news as I write this and they're reporting on it . But seriously , the driver apparently smelled like booze , was driving irratically and missing stops. A passenger thought something was up , so called 911 from his cell phone. Fucked up , considering a lot of people coming home from the bars take the TTC so they don't drive drunk.

- I spent the better part of my day redialing a number . I had called a government 1-800 number to inquire about something , and they told me to call another number. I called and called that damn number from 9 am this morning until I finally was fed up at 2 pm . No one was answering . It rang and rang and went to this lengthy recording in both french and english . But no one ever answered .So I called the 1-800 number back and spoke to a different person , who told me that the number originally given to me was indeed, the wrong number. She gave me the correct number and I spoke with someone in minutes , but god, frustrating . Making people waste their time and get upset over their own incompetence.

-However, since I had the phone glued to my ear for most of the day , I tore everything out of the bedroom closet and dresser drawers. I sorted , threw stuff out, and packed things away in bins or on the shelves in the closet. I also organized the closet.
Perhaps a bit too much .
It was stress releasing though . I concentrated on same style shirts on same style hangers . I made certain it went in color order . The only frustration , which isn't really a frustration to most people is my lack of wooden hangers. I've just recently discovered my love of wooden hangers, so I only have about 40% of my hangers in wood. I want so badly to just chuck the remaning offensive hangers and buy a large amount of wooden ones. It could be worse, I could be fantasizing about expensive hand-bags.

-I'm not sure if I wrote about it here or not but , I was without hot water from sunday night to early tuesday morning . Needless to say I pretty much lost my shit . My arms are clawed and scratched out of frustration . I obsessed over it . I counted how many times I had to wash my hands with cold water . Ugh . It was not a happy time for me and I am still feeling unsafe/more obsessive than usual.

- On the same topic, I attached my kitchen floor with a Mr Clean Magic Eraser. While I love the power of the Magic Eraser , I would not advise that you do this , unless you have a lot of energy or would like to exercise. Ew, I was sweating by the end of this .
It started out as it always does, similar to picking at th epaint on the wall . You pick and pick and soon enough you ve either peeled it all off or peeled enough of it off that you have to paint the entire wall.
I did this to the floor, concentrating on a small area and then getting addicted and scrubbing the entire floor . Thankfully , my lazy , er lack of stamina , caught up with me and I stopped at just the kitchen . I did not attack the tiles in the hallway or bathroom . I will not .
Well I m sure I probably will , as it will bug the fuck out of me if I don't .

-I am going to a workshop on Monday morning .
I don't want to jinx myself or give myself an opportunity to overthink this right now, so I'm not going to say much else about it . I am not trying to be all secret-y , I just don't want to give myself a reason not to and if I start thinking and writing about it right now , I will .
I am the queed of avoidance and always am looking for the first excuse to get out of something that doesn't fit into my safe little bubble . Or cube. I think I would rather a cube. How would you get a bed in a bubble ? Like an actual bubble , not like John Travolta in The Boy In A Bubble .
The workshop will give me more information and with this information I will be able to make more decisions, final decisions and ultimately, I will either be going back to school or not going back to school .





* Bubble Boy doens't look particularly happy . Perhaps I will go with a hyperbaric (sp?) chamber of some sort a la Mister Burns. *