Ugh

I'm having a bad day.

I was late to my hairdresser appointment and have had to reschedule for later today (so grateful there was an open slot) and I nearly cried when I was trying to work out what I wanted to do. The lateness was a combo of having trouble getting out of the house, having a total mental fuzz out over where to park so I spent a while pointlessly touring the mall car park (it was almost empty, that threw me) and then looking up the warning light that appeared on my dashboard.

Now I'm sitting in the dealership finding out whether my car is badly ill and how much it will cost to repair her. I'm hoping it can be fixed today: I probably really will cry if I can't get my hair done and can't get the groceries I'm supposed to do later.

My lunch dilemma seems fairly trivial right now. And, frankly, my tummy feels knotted and unhappy so eating is about the last thing I want to do.

Can I have a do over on today?

Less ugh

So, my day has been reorganised, I'm missing some of the rugby and my tummy has shrunk enough to barely manage half the pasta lunch I just treated myself to...

But the car is fixed and didn't cost me anything thanks to the amazing warranty I got when I bought it. That warranty is paying for itself nicely.

Now I'm sitting outside the hairdresser (having turned up half an hour early, just in case I was late again) trying to pretend that the stomach cramps are from over-eating and not from the stupid UC flare.

That's probably why I fell apart a bit this morning. My brain turns to mush from being tired.

Still, at least I have Nightwing to keep me occupied (oh, and Fantastic Four, mustn't forget that), some Doctor Who if I don't want to read and various people on Twitter keeping me insane through the worst of the day.

The large capacity (for videos) and 3G (for reassurance via Twitter and LJ) on the iPad are paying off.