Ring The Alarm!!!

I’m so pissed off.  Background: We did a hosting last night, and I think I reacted badly to the smoke machine, the ones used during stage shows.  I took in a whiff of it and I started coughing uncontrollably onstage.  And that went on the whole night.  Given that I have been respiratorially-challenged the past week, by the end of the night, I was out.  I was coughing the whole night and out of breath most of the time.  Add to that getting to bed at around past 2am, scheduled to wake up at 4:30am; it was a recipe for disaster.

And so it happened.  I don’t know if my alarms failed me (I have 2. I used to have 3.) or that they rang but I slept through it.  I’ve had worse all-nighters, I’ve come home later, but somehow, this morning, I just didn’t wake up.  And so, I was late.  What’s the big deal? I have NEVER been late since June 17, 2002, when Delle and I came back to work for RX.  Every single morning I was on time.  Whether I didn’t get any sleep, or I was sick, or I was hungover, whatever the circumstance was, for some strange coincidence or supernatural alchemy, I always came on time.  Until this morning.  6 years and a half of no lates, and I’m late.  That’s why I’m upset.

I swear, 2008 has been a tough year for me.  It’s berry berry sneaky because it’s not as obvious as other years, like last year for instance, when my sister got sick, or 2003 when my other sister’s house burned down, or 1999 when we left RX, but it’s every bit as difficult.  There’s no big, BIG problem, but I’ve been feeling like Sisyphus the whole year, pushing this great load up an incline, and indefinitely failing.  Sigh.  So what a fitting way to wind up the year, to finally have a late after years of being on time.  Not a big deal in the larger scheme of things, obviously; I’m not comparing it to a tectonic shift or a world war, or anything earth-shaking like that, but I say it’s tough because that’s how it feels like.  Sigh.

Sorry for being such a downer, but it’s hard to fa la la through the season when you’re feeling crappy.  Not just crap, but the germs on the crap of the germs on the crap.  Sigh.

Winning the lotto at this part of the plot wouldn’t be so bad….