I had a very good morning.

But then I got to work.

Two of the girls I've been working with left today. Stacy, who I had gotten rather attached to because we had so much in common, finished her training and started at a new location today. Kate, my Russian friend with an accent that makes me smile, left to move up into a bigger office. I miss them already, and it's only been a day.
I also was assigned a large task today instead of a bunch of little ones, and wasn't able to finish it. I feel like I accomplished nothing. I might go in early tomorrow to get it done.
Because I was feeling so crappy about not getting it done today at work, I was going to go for a run. Then, as soon as I get in the door, I start to head downstairs to say hi to my mom and sister. Of course, I'm having a bad enough day as it is, so I roll a one at the top of the stairs and fall on my ass all the way down, landing on the concrete floor on the bottom. Ow. So now I can't go for my run because my back hurts. Sonuvabitch.
Damn it. I really wanted to go for my run.

Now I just feel like crap. On top of that, after I fell, I was lying in a heap on the floor, and I laughed because I couldn't feel the pain yet. I keep wanting to laugh, oddly enough. So my mom doesn't even look over and ask if I'm okay. All she says is, "Did you break anything?" so I told her I thought I was fine. You want to know what she meant? She was talking about the box of candles at the top of the stairs. When I told her I fell, all she said was, "Walk much?"

Thanks, mom. I'll keep that in mind when I pick out your retirement home.
So now I'm just going to read an email from my boss and watch Cowboy Bebop until I fall asleep. Grumblegrumblegrumble...