Depressed much?

Today sucked. It started with something that's been a year in the making. I'll post about it tomorrow maybe, I really don't have the energy to put it all into words right now. So I went to Walmart and bought all of the sucky day things: twelve Dr. Pepper's, Iced Oatmeal cookies, a new love book, chocolate ice cream, and yarn.

Then I came home to find that Tonka had eaten my very favorite shoes. The ones that the shoemaker/fixer told me to let go of, but I didn't. These shoes are precious to me. I have nursed and worn them gingerly for months now. Only to come home to them in this condition. I loved them dearly and now they are in the garbage. I immediately text my Mom, which made me laugh a little.

So then I decided that this would be the best time to fight the fight with Comcast. They have been charging me for cable TV (which I told them to cancel when I moved) and long story short they will not remove it from the bill until I return the cable box. I didn't know anything about returning the stupid box until a few days ago, and frankly I just haven't had the time to do it. Also, I won't pay the bill until they remove the cable charges. So we are both stubborn and they won the fight today by disconnecting my services. Heaven forbid I go more than a few hours without internet access, so I paid the past due balance and my services are connected again. I'll return the box tomorrow and get the charges reversed, hopefully.

Oh and I'm fat. I have been taking a steroid for my shoulder, which I think is helping it but the side effects are awful. I shake like I have Bells Palsy and I am STARVING. Seriously. I could eat an entire cow and then have a bowl of ice cream. Yesterday, I had Cafe Rio for lunch, went to my parents and ate dinner, then came home and ate a ham and cheese sandwich, then a bowl of cereal, then after I went to bed, I woke up and had a bowl of ice cream. So needless to say I am a total fat ass. And my recent Walmart trip isn't helping my steriod-induced-eating-disorder. I am on day 7 of 16 so by the time I finish I'll easily be pushing 300 lbs. Lovely.

So I have the thing I'll tell tomorrow, my dog ate my shoes, my internet was disconnected, and I'm fat. I'm in the dark place.