Notes about Bad Days.

So this is one of them. Nothing seems to be going right, and everything seems to be going wrong. If I can say anything to someone thinking of going on birth control, pay very careful attention to how the added hormones effect your emotions. I can't seem to stop crying today, and this happens to be the day I am suppose to start another month of birth control. I think my body might have a dependancy on the added hormones. The day began with a nice kiss from by BF as he left for work. A few hours later I got a phone call from him, of which I thought the content was to vent about some bs that happened at the station he works for because they are busy with sxsw. Much to my surprise, it was not. The editor of the magazine that I talked about in a previous post had emailed our entire conversation to the PR person at the station. The PR person in turn emailed it to Josh telling him he needed to write and apologize to the editor for MY actions. He called me irate. What a mess. What a terrible insecure spineless woman to email all of my correspondence with her back to the station. We had a huge fight on the phone. I am still crying about it. So to make myself feel better and I know Maggie wanted to go anyway, we went to the dog park. I put an extra compact flash card in my back pocket because I brought my camera with us. When we got home, I pulled the flash card out of my pocket and it slipped out of my fingers and landed in my cup of coffee. It is obviously destroyed. So from here, I have to work tonight. I hope my bad karma doesn't follow me there. I would just like to get through the night in one piece, without any assholes or kitchen mishaps, and hopefully dry eyed.