Today was absolutely horrible. Murphy's Law (everything that can go wrong, will go wrong) struck me in full force.

I woke up this morning at 6:20am with my back still hurting very badly. However, that really wasn't on my mind as I stumbled into the bathroom to take my shower. What was on my mind was the fact that my left eye was swollen shut. I have no idea why. I took an allergy pill and over the course of the day it started slowly going back down - though not completely, it's still a little puffy. So I get to wake up to an eye that's swollen shut and a back that's in severe pain. I take my shower and getting out of the tub hit my foot *hard*. Hard enough to break two of my toes. Ow. So, since my back is in severe pain, my toes hurt and I'm limping, and one eye is still swollen shut I don't remember everything I need to take to school with me.

I drive to school in congested traffic, but that's normal for the 101. And when I get there I realize I left my Aleve at home. No pain pills for Jen. Just a lot of extreme pain all day long in my classes. Shit.

I head to my first class, Labor Law. And my post from this morning was correct, I did get called on. I then went to Tax class and to lunch. I don't normally eat lunch at school, but I figured I was having a bad day so I might as well not go hungry. Grabbed a chicken breast and a banana. Wolfed those down and then headed to the computer lab to work on my Corporations paper. I had planned on finishing it and turning it in to the Prof. before class today. It's due on Friday. I worked my ass off and finished the thing. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on it, the school loses power. Only for a few minutes, but that was enough time to make me lose everything. Pain and a swollen eye is not conducive to remembering to save your fucking document. I lose everything. At which point my stomach starts to rumble. I head to the bathroom and my walk becomes a run. I make it there just in time.

Warning, the next paragraph contains graphic body functions, reader discretion is advised.

So I hit the bathroom and explode. From both ends. Have you ever been on the toilet with explosive acid like liquid poo? Yeah, well try it while you're also vomiting all over the bathroom floor. I didn't think that I could explode from both ends at once. But my body was nice enough to show me that I could. I think something was wrong with the chicken.

Okay, back to less graphic details.

By this time I have to head to my Corporations class. Which is fine, but running to the bathroom every ten minutes was a bit embarassing. After class I go up to the lab (with more bathroom trips) and re-write my paper. Finally, when I can't stand to be at school any more I take off for home.

The drive home was very slow. Rush hour traffic on the 101. I can deal and I have Rob's Korn CD playing. However, I keep having to get off the freeway to find bathrooms. I don't think I'm ever eating lunch at school again. At least not in the caf.

I finally get home and am glad that my horrible day is over. Yeah, right, I wish. I take off my shoes, listen to the messages on the answering machine, and head to the bedroom. On the way there I trip over the corner of the fireplace. Not only do I hurt the same exact toes I hurt in the morning, but I also fall and hit my head on the wall. Hard. Hard enough to knock me unconscious for a few minutes. I know I was out because I don't remember hitting my head, the cats were licking my face (nice to know that they'll make sure to eat me if I die or pass out), and the nearby clock was a few minutes later than when I walked by it and tripped. Needless to say my head fucking hurt.

I finally get into the bedroom and decide just to lay down and take it easy until Rob gets home. I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep. And then the building fire alarm system goes off. It wasn't so bad when I was in my old apartment. Just a beeping. But this apartment is hooked up in a weird way. The alarm is LOUD, insanely so. To the point where my ears and head hurt and I had to put earplugs in. And just in case you can't hear the loud screeching there are blinking lights in every room that show you the building's fire alarm is going off. I didn't know if the fire was real or not. Usually it's a false alarm (turns out this time there was a fire in the building - when Rob got home he saw firetrucks outside and smelled smoke in the hallways) so I just stayed in the apartment. By that time I figured that if there was a fire I would be fine with just laying there and burning. The cats could eat what was left of me.

Things finally got better when Rob came home. Rob makes everything better. But still, today was horrible. And so I'm going to head to sleep and end this day from hell with the hopes that tomorrow will be better. Please?