It's been a really, really shitty week. I went to a funeral, which always sucks.
And I spent some time with a friend who really, really needed me. It's a disaster that is so awful that I don't want to even talk about it.
I'm used to solving problems and holding people when they cry. I don't even know where to begin with this one.
I hope bad things don't really happen in threes. I can't bear to think of what might happen next.
But! I have an exam in six days that I have not yet begun to prepare for. I went to the review class this afternoon, and had the fear of the examiners put into me. Which is fine. That happens at every review class.
The ridiculous was standing at the bus stop, making and returning phone calls, checking my email, and the drunk-ass vagrant behind me kept saying to whatever poor sap beside him, "Do you see her socks? Aren't those interesting socks? Excuse me, miss, where did you get your socks?"
At one point, I snapped, "I made them" and returned to my phone.
Then I heard, "Did you know that she made her socks? I don't know how she does that. It seems strange that she can make socks."
Poor me, we got on the same bus, and he asked if I would explain how I made my socks. I snarled, "I'm a knitter, and I've got other things on my mind!"
He left me alone.