Funsies, Rants & Surviving
Just for funsies, somebody please explain to me why there's Christmas stuff in stores and it isn't Halloween yet. And for even more funsies, somebody please explain why I bought an advent calendar from one of those Christmas displays, while simultaneously appalled that it was out in the first place and yet so smitten with this particular wooden calendar I had to buy it, thereby inadvertently answering my own question regarding the presence of those displays...they are out because asshats like me buy things from them, in October, if they're cute enough (the things, not the asshats).
*I don't even like advent calendars*
I have a rant (about something...that I'll tell you about soon) that’s gonna knock your socks off. What a stupid cliché. I mean who wants their socks knocked off? How does that even work? Maybe a hat. Or a cardigan. But socks? Everybody knows socks require pulling down and over the heel, so by definition they can’t be "knocked off." Oh wait. Maybe that’s the point. Weird.
People, I'm losing it, and not because of haphazard advent calendar purchasing or sock removal questions. I'm in the middle of an insane period at work, infertility is on my mind and seriously messing with my heart and soul, I've committed to more social gatherings than I should have and it's become abundantly clear that I bit off more than I can chew...so I guess I'm more "choking" than "losing it" but why get caught up in details?.
Every day feels like a small miracle because I survived. I'll take it (for now) but what I really want...