Not good

 Oy. 

I'd be a lot more hungover today if I hadn't puked all over my bed last night, but I still don't feel so hot. 

It doesn't help that my ankle is now in a support cast and my knee is bloody and painful. 

Oh also, my arms and legs are covered in long bruises giving me the appearance of having been hit by a car, bat, etc. 

See, what happened is, I had a bad day yesterday. 

A really bad day. 

I woke up and had a fantastic run and weight workout then I came home, showered, got ready for work - all seemed to be going OK. 

But then I took the dog out and managed to lock myself out of my stupid apartment. 

So after trying to break the door down, I decided to go to the garage and get a ladder and then proceeded to climb up the side of my house and the slate-shingled roof to crawl in through the window. 

That's where all the bruises came from - the first set. 

It made work painful because my forearms are destroyed so I could barely type. It made driving miserable because my muscles were exhausted from having to pull myself up my damn roof and in through the window. 

It was pretty badass, but it hurt. 

So then at work I have a comment on my online news story from a reader that thinks it's riddled with all sorts of grammatical errors - this upset me. Especially since there weren't a bunch of grammatical errors. It was a three paragraph story about a new business and the only thing "wrong" was that an apostrophe was missing from the word "shop's." Jerk. 

So that upset me. 

Then the guy I was starting to like totally flaked on me again and I'm pretty sure we're done - he bailed on me twice this week and yesterday was just the final straw. 

So that upset me. 

Then I colored my friend's hair and ended up getting that shit everywhere - my feet, my hands, my floor - so I was dyed by the end of it. 

That sucked, too. 

Then my friend wanted to go out - well I did too - so we went out and I got trashed off six beers. 

I didn't think I was that drunk until we were walking to the car and all of a sudden I was on the pavement grabbing my ankle and my knee. 

Somehow I'd fallen and now I have a badly, incredibly painful, sprained ankle (at least I hope it's just a sprain, I don't have health insurance yet to find out otherwise) and a really painful scraped up knee. 

Then, cuz that wasn't bad enough, when I got home and stripped off all my clothes and tried (and failed) to clean up my knee, I puked all over my freakin bed when I finally got in it. 

I woke up this morning on the couch, naked, under an orange fuzzy blanket, in a world of pain. 

"And what have we learned?" My mother asked this morning on the phone. I'd called her because I needed ice and the support brace. 

It was a good question, and I had several answers. 

"Don't drink when I'm upset."

"And?"

"Don't drink."

"Haha, and?"

"I dunno."

"How about leaving a spare key outside so you don't have to climb the roof again."

"That too."

So that's what I learned Friday. 

Don't drink when I'm upset, maybe don't even drink if I can't cut myself off, and always, ALWAYS be prepared for stupid shit like falls, apartment lockouts, etc. 

Let's hope today is a better day.