Peace out, Monday!

I tried staying positive. I really did.

I got home from work and all I could think about was a nap, even though there were several other things to do. I told myself I would just do a 15-minute power nap and then get down to business. An hour and a half later I woke up confused and disoriented. The clock read 6:36 and I couldn't figure out if it was morning or night. Then it hit me that I had to be at rehearsal an hour later. By the time I shook the fog and got myself together it was 7:00. I needed dinner and quick. I have no food beyond cereal, yogurt and frozen waffles because I haven't had time for a grocery trip recently. All I wanted for dinner was mac 'n cheese from Noodles. I ate cereal.

Rehearsal sucked. Everyone was tired, including me, so the energy was flat. I could not, for the life of me, convey to my dancers what I wanted them to do. My hip is still killing me so I couldn't demonstrate what I wanted. They were frustrated, I was frustrated... I felt like the world's worst choreographer and that I should just quit.

I get home and I get an email from my best friend asking if I'm mad at her, which totally confused me... I have no idea why she thought that, but apparently I can't communicate for crap today.

I just want to cry. Again. And I think I will.

Seriously, Monday, could you get any worse?!? Before you have a chance to dump anything else on me, I'm taking a bunch of ibuprofen and diving under my comforter. Suck it, Monday, I'm out.