I was having a really bad day today. Keep in mind that my bad day does not compare to the bad days of many other people, I know this. I realize that saying I had a bad day when my day was perfectly fine makes me sound like a jerk, but when I get overwhelmed I just kind of shut down – or melt down – and right now I have a lot on my plate and not enough time to get it done. Plus, I have a zit in my nose.
By the time this evening arrived, I was nearing shut down mode. I was sitting with my head in my hands and the biggest decision that I could manage to contemplate was whether I should have rum and egg nog, wine and Zoloft, or just down a big container of Tums.
Until this showed up on Twitter (thanks Metalia, and I mean thanks in the way that I’m thankful for the pimple in my right nostril):
Tums it is!