Was woken up by my brother screaming at me that it was 10:10 am, which is notably 10 minutes after which I am supposed to be at work. It turns out that the power was out in half the apartment - my half, namely - so my alarm did not go off. Had to call my boss and was then 2 hours late to work. Before I left Dad yelled at me to call the apartment complex to get it fixed - even though I was trying to get out the door to work and my brother doesn't work on Mondays. The power came back on right before I left.
For the last 3 mornings, I've woken up unable to hear in my right ear. I've been using a home wax-removal treatment on it, but it's so not helping. Luckily it opens up after I've been upright for an hour or so, but it's really frigging disconcerting.
Stopped at Starbucks for a much-needed caffiene boost and the barista admired my license plates and we got to talk HP for a minute. That was about the only good thing, really.
Way too many difficult client issues today. A colleague talked down to me in front of a client. There was nothing simple, and on top of it I had a newbie listening to me. It sucked, even if he did admire my Harry Potter stuff.
Freaking out about surgery-related stuff. I'm a worrywart. I can't help it, but I really wish I could. I just want it to be over. I think I'd rather deal with the realities than worry.
Cramps. Enough said.
Came home to find that something smelled really bad in my room and that my new computer game, which I hadn't played yet, was smashed on the floor. I could not discover the source of the smell and I have no idea how the CD got smashed. $20 down the drain. I had planned on playing it after the surgery, so much for that.
Medium was a rerun.
I still have shit to do before I can go to bed. Screw everything.