What a day.

So I had a wild and crazy weekend ending with me unable to enjoy the nice weather on Sunday afternoon- yeah, hungover. Let's just say I gave those girls on "girls gone wild" a run for their money. Gross. And I got some really bad news on Friday- I ain't writing about it. Don't want to jinx it. Trying to fix it. Yeah, was also told by OJ that I was gaining weight- she is DEFINITELY NOT my favorite friend.

Anywho, my day started out well. I mosied into the office around 12:30 and had a quick lunch, then headed downtown to my second gig. All's well and I head uptown back to work. Fine. Then head to train. Hundreds of people waiting at 59th Street for the train- not a good sign- head to 42nd (clever, clever me) to take the 7 instead. Catch it and get stuck underground for 45 minutes. Yup, 45 minutes. At least I had a seat. And watched this girl proceed to pick her nose a few times. Pig. We FINALLY move and she gets on her cell when we get outside and proceeds to talk REALLY, REALLY LOUDLY- My God! I wanted to kill her! So, instead of doing that I submitted her entire conversation here- have to wait a few weeks on that- but hopefully she'll see it one day and feel like the asshole that she is. Jesus! Was I ever that obnoxious? (shut it).

I finally get home, pour food into my mouth, and head to tennis. My instructor is still not speaking to me- loser- and I was hitting like shit. And this is the best part of my day: I got hit REALLY hard with a ball in my face! YES! This face! Thank God it was a pressureless ball- not as painful but when the guy hitting it AT you is really good- you're gonna hurt. I did cry, but no one saw! Yay me! I would usually walk off the court and throw a hissy fit but I actually PAID for this class and I stayed. Ok, this post is so boring even I hate it.