I am sometimes quite positive that the world is out to get me. This may be a bit of paranoia shining through, but after a day as bad as yesterday I was hoping for a little relief.
Despite taking 2 mg of Clonazepam, I was unable to sleep for more than a couple of hours. As a result, I decided I wanted to take a bath in the middle of the night, so as to distract myself from the fact that there is nothing to do and being an insomniac on top of being in pain sucks. A lot. So I did. The bath worked out okay, until I went to empty it and climb out. First, the cord on the plug snapped off in my hand. Then, the little silver hook popped off of the plug. I tried to pull the plug with my fingers and reattach the silver hook in the soapy water, but no such luck. I guess I am doomed to having a bathtub full of water until someone comes to fix it.
I then decided I wanted to try a cup of Vanilla Chai Latte, as both my boyfriend and I managed to spend yesterday puking and I was dehydrated and hungry. Do you think I could open the cap? Of course not. My man isn't going to be up for another 2 hours (if I'm lucky), so I get to drink calorie-less water.
Okay...that was quite a rant.
Pretty pictures to distract (from WeHeartIt):
(Found at Gala Darling)