Not happy

Today sucks.  I’m upset about the 26 students who failed my class this six weeks because they were too fucking lazy to do their research papers, in spite of over a week of CLASS TIME they had to do them.  I’m upset about my aunt, who is out of the hospital and now in a “rehabilitation facility” (read:  shithole nursing home) until she’s able to move around ok.  I’m upset about my sister, who keeps putting off her doctor’s appointment.  I’m upset about my mom, who is stressed and now I’m worried that her health is going to end up down the tubes.  I’m upset that there’s a full week until payday, and I’m broke, because the first payday of the month goes for rent and credit cards and I’ve spent whatever was left either on gas driving back and forth from the hospital to my mom’s and home again or on meals out in between all of the driving.  I’m upset about Haiti.

And then while walking Gracie tonight, I stepped off of a curb, fell, and rolled my ankle.  Which hurts like absolute hell but appears to be intact.  On the upside, it was an excellent opportunity to purge all of the upset-ness with a good cry.

It’s just a lousy day, and I know they happen.  And at least I’m not crying about doomed friendships or my love life.  But damn!  When it rains it pours.

Time to take a pain pill and hope for a better tomorrow.