Migraines, Aliens And The Blues.

I've decided to get back into the habit of writing regularly on this thing. I used to write about nothing all the time but lately I haven't been. I reread my entire old blog the other day and thought, "Why did I quit this?" I remember of course. I started writing too much about work and then I became paranoid that someone from work was going to see it and think I was crazy/a bitch, so I stopped. Well, I went back through the entire blog and deleted almost any mention of work and it's going to stay that way. NO MORE WORK TALK. Except for all of that non-descript work talk that I just talked.

So, yesterday Jesse went back to work and came home in a terrible mood. I got some really bad news about my brother so I was in a terrible mood. I'll also preface this by saying that I was already in a terrible mood from the night before when I bawled my eyes out over something completely unrelated that I had thought was long forgotten, but has reared it's ugly head once again. So, we're both in terrible moods and he has a makeshift belt made out of a shoelace. That was pretty much the first part of my night*.

Then I went home and some guy drove up beside me and started cussing me out for no apparent reason. Topper to my day. I went home and cried. Then my mom cried. Then I couldn't sing my favorite song because it was sad and made me cry. I'm telling ya people. It wasn't a pretty day. Top that with an off the hook migraine and you have my Monday in a nutshell. Oh, except for that we rented The Fourth Kind and it was terrifying. All night I kept dreaming that there were owls outside my window. I hope that I don't get abducted.

*For future reference, all of my blogs won't be this depressing