It has been the shittiest of weeks, but today is the worst of all.
I'm not ready to talk about it, but in true fashion, I am ready to start being an asshole.
All I've wanted to do today is drive down to the local crossfit club, pull out a huge cheeseburger and fries out of a grease-soaked bag and start stuffing my mouth in front of all the physically intense people. And yell out stupid shit like, 'my mom called - she wants her Jane Fonda Jazzercise outfit back!' and 'my toddler could do better burpees than you.'
There was more assholeness rattling around in my brain, but I can't quite form a coherent thought right now.
I am tired, depressed, destroyed and spiritless.
I just want to go to sleep and wake up when my memories of Tank don't cut into me quite so deeply.