This is one of those days. You know those days where you feel like the only thing going right is that you can still tell the ceiling for the floor? That was what happened my entire last week. This program that I'm doing had a short week coming back from Christmas (yes I said Christmas because that's what I celebrate. You celebrate your way; it's fine, but I celebrate this, okay?) Break. The first day I was supposed to be back I found out that I wasn't supposed to be where I normally was and it happened not once but twice. I went home the second time and seethed in my room for a while. Nobody came (and they shouldn't have) to talk to me. Being around anybody right then would have been hazardous to their health and my future. That was Christmas. Go fig