Under the rock

I had a "moment" this morning. I was talking with my friend Cat...she kept asking what was wrong cause I didn't sound like myself. All I could say was that I was "fine". What do I say? Go into all the things that bother me and sound completely pitiful? I don't want pity. I just want justice. I want what is going to come around to get here already. Anyway, after I cut the conversation off short, I excused myself to the restroom. Seems the best place to let things flow.

I am trying to have a good day. Fake it...as my boss' advice would dictate. I am doing ok. I am trying. I really just want to curl up in my sheets and stay there the entire sunny, gorgeous day. Of course, I can't. I have to do what needs to be done.

I had good things happen to me yesterday. You would think I would be in the best of moods. The guy next door to my office gave me a gift yesterday. He said that I am always willing to help him whenever he needs regardless of how much I am working on at the time. He wanted to show his appreciation. It was nice. I was very thankful for the thought.

My dad came over last night and fixed my kitchen faucet that has been leaking for...oh...about 7 months or so. Ever since the dang thing broke off in my hand. I tried to fix it myself once, but when I came home last night, my kitchen floor was a puddle of water. As you can see, I am not a plumber. I love my dad. He is a busy guy and he took the time from his really long day to help me out. I tried my usual "I can do everything on my own" argument...but it never seems to go over very well with my folks. :p

This day is finding me reflective. I hate that. I hate thinking about the past and seeing someones future with out a clue as to my own.