Today marks a week that the bottom fell out of my world.

Most days, up until yesterday, I have a few hours of ‘alright’ and a half hour of ‘sucks ass’ and five minutes of ‘okay’ and then the roller coaster starts back up at the top.

Yesterday it was more like this — Shit, Fan, Shit, Fan, Shit, Fan, Shit, Fan….

Today I was mostly a walking zombie. The only thing that reminded me that I was still alive was the fact that I was about to throw up my Special K cereal and my violently shaking hands.  It’s now 9:30 pm and the shaking hands finally subsided, but the cereal hasn’t decided its fate yet.

Driving home from work I made the sorry mistake of going the ‘back route’ to avoid seeing the building that my husband works in. I ended up in the middle of nowhere in some strange community.

Note to self: Buck up and take the damn freeway!

I figured out a few more things on the painful drive home.  Music still sucks.
The first thing I did was change the channel to some unfamiliar music. Jazz.  It lasted one song before I felt like Kenny G was  beating the hell out of me with his sax.
Next was the christian channel. I changed the “Hims” or “Hes” to reference Matthew Mcconaughey.  Then realized that I now hate Matthew Mcconaughey because…well, I don’t need a reason…I just did.
Strolling down the dial I found a station that I can listen to without fear of hearing any lyrics that will tap in the well of emotions.
Latin Hip Hop with a Techo edge.

It being so close to May 5th, the commercials were rather entertaining.  MUCHO MUCHO MOOOOCHO!  Everything is really big in the spanish/latin community huh?
Or that was the only word other than Tequila that I understood.

I can handle that. Driving home from work won’t be so hard tomorrow.  Freeway and the Spanish Version of Moby and the Jonas Brothers.