Getting angry.
I missed posting last night and I had no time to write this morning. I was stuck in traffic for 3 hours for a trip that should take a little less than 1.5 hours. A woman on the 400 south stopped dead, no one in front of her, because she wanted to change lanes but couldn’t because no one would let her in. I have a hang nail on my thumb that would heal if only I could stop picking at it. I have no place to call my own for another 34 days. I miss spending every night with my husband. My hair is frizzy today and I’m forced to tie it back. I am so angry that I feel ugly. My hands are dry. My lips are chapped. Did I mention that it took me 3 hours to get into work today? I miss my dog Spanky.
I thought venting was supposed to make you feel better. I just feel worse.