This past week, in a nutshell

-Monday: Seems that not having this BC in my system messes with my hormone something awful as day two of the placebos made me unable to control my emotions which led to Evan seeing how upset I was at his constant raid schedule which led to him feeling bad, me feeling bad for making him feel bad and a revamping of our deal regarding the game.

-Tuesday: monster cramps from hell sent me home from work early (could barely stand). Spent the day in bed curled up in a ball wanting to cut my uterous out with a fork.

-Wednesday: At work two hours longer than I was scheduled trying to make heads or tails of the new merchandising setup that the whole store has to be revamped with in the twelve hours between close on Sat and open on Sun. You know, instead of doing it piece by piece through out the week, because that would make sense. Downloaded and watched the last Harry Potter movie because Evan hadn't seen it (a fact that he likes to rag on me about because I went by myself instead of asking him to go a few years ago when it came out. Oops, ha).

-Thursday: went in on my day off to make up for Tuesday. Was determined to stay until I got everything set up for Saturday, but then got a call around 5 from Evan saying he had a seizure. Drove straight home, resisted the urge to say "I told you so" seeing as how he hasn't taken his meds for nine months, stuck around at home in case he had another, and, after a few hours of nagging and talking behind his back with his mom, finally convinced him to make a Drs appointment. Unfortunately, the earliest he can get in is September 1st.

-Friday: took Evan into work since he can't drive until he gets his meds straightened out with the Dr (and then prolly not for a long time after that as, I guess they'll take away his license for six months or so since he had a seizure). Went in again on my day off for a few hours to get as much done as I could, picked up Evan, did last minute shopping for giftwrap, hurried up and made myself look pretty, saw Dan and Sarah tie the knot (awww), went to the reception, got our dance on. My legs are killing me, ha.

Today: Took Evan to work, and now I am at work for at least twelve hours straight to get this damned merchandising reset done. In the mean time I was supposed to to go Evan's family reunion tonight but it's out of town so that's not happening (which I can't tell if I'm disappointed or relieved). He and his brother are leaving this afternoon. I guess he's coming back tonight instead of staying over because he has to play in church tomorrow. In the meantime I am planning on picking myself up a bottle of wine and getting wasted the moment I get out of here.

Yeehaw.

It's almost 4:30. I've been doing freaking math homework since 11 or so.

I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to factor these damned problems. It doesn't help that the book explains things in the most complicated way possible (or just doesn't explain things. The examples are filled with the workings of problems, but no explanations as to how they Got to that conclusion), and that the professor keeps his back towards us the whole time, making it impossible to ask questions because he refuses to make eye contact. Oh, and doesn't explain the notes as he gives them to us, just copies out of the written in freaking gibberishpiglataingreek book.

I've been on the verge of tears for the past four hours in frustration. I even had Evan try and explain it to me, and, while I got his explanation for a couple of the problems, I still don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing or how they're getting the answers in the back of the book no matter how hard I'm trying. Fuck I hate feeling this stupid. How is it that I have a fucking genius level IQ, but can't figure out a simple algebra problem?

I was supposed to start my research for my English paper/presentation that I just found out about that has to be ready by Wed like...three hours ago. And was supposed to be in bed by 2.

At least I don't have to do anything after class tomorrow afternoon. Maybe the professor can sit down with me and explain this freaking stuff. Cos seriously, I am Lost. And it's only ONE PART of the assignment. Everything else I'm zipping right through, but this One. Freaking. Part. UGH.

My brain hurts, I'm exhausted, and I have to be up in...six hours. Grand. I'm going to bed.

So help me, if I dream about algebra....