Do you ever have those mornings where you wonder if it could possibly get any worse? It wasn't the bad-hair, smeared-lipstick, burnt-toast kind of bad morning. It was the let-me-kill-myself-and-put-the-world-and-myself-out-of-misery kind of morning.

First of all, last night I went to bed with extreme flu like symptoms which started early last night. My skin was crawling, my eyes were burning, my joints all ached, I was shivering uncontrolibly and was running a low fever. The last thing in the world I needed was to be sick, so once I finally got home after almost finishing my paper around 3:15, I curled up under a heap of blankets trying to gain some sort of relief. Thankfully, Joy came home shortly after me and kept me warm, which eased the aching joints and crawling skin.

Well, we overslept this morning, and Dad was... pissed, to put it mildly. He has a seminar this morning and the fact that Joy wasn't ready to leave at the crack of dawn greaty disturbed him.
So, while Joy was showering I had a lecture delivered to me at not quite full volume, but had enough vehemence to make up for any lack of volume.

Basically, to make a very long lecture shorter, everything, including the fact Joy overslept, Fred was dragging his feet, Laura not doing the laundry, all the stress in his life and anything else that had gone wrong in the past 72 hours was my fault. Black and white, MY fault because I worked through the night on my paper, rather that working on it this weekend, and if I hadn't spent so much time with Jared... Let me point out a few things, first of all, I spend one evening with Jared. Second of all, I never write my papers ahead of time, I work best the night before.

Anyway, after this great long lecture, which I believe was supposed to reduce me to tears, he apoligized for exploding at me, but then tagged on at the end "but you do understand how you staying out late causes all these problem, right?"

Of course, I can look on the bright side of things, I took the flak for everyone and now they won't get in trouble, and I spared them a irrational harrange from Dad.

Joy reminded me that indeed, while life was looking dreary, Jared still loved me. And as if it were a sign from God, he called me this morning after this whole thing happened just because "he wanted to see how I was doing and tell me he loved me." I love you too Jared!

Anyway, all this to suffice to say, I hope you have a good morning, and let's hope it was better than mine.