The Less-Bad Evening

So, supposedly the writer of the email has been chewed out by phone, and supposedly he feels very sorry for sending the email. It was supposed to be a joke about my husband, and it was only accidentally a degradation of me, you see. So I'm supposed to feel sorry for him because he feels so terrible. Well, I don't. I'm glad that he feels badly and I hope he is really ashamed of himself.

And I talked to my sister on the phone, who knows that when I'm feeling really upset and like I've been harmed in some way, I just need someone to listen and be appalled with me! Don't start giving advice! Don't try to convince me that it's not that bad! Maybe you can LATER, but at first, just take my side!! Thanks, sister. I really needed that.

And I slept for a couple hours and feel a lot better. Though now I'm ravenous and I sure wish I had a chocolate baked good to eat for supper. :)

The best news is, I think I'm all cried out, finally. But for now, I'm keeping today as The Worst Day, hopefully never to be topped. And I did several loads of laundry while I was upset, so at least I don't have that waiting for me!

Also, if you're ever having a terrible day, I recommend watching some kind of insipid TV show, if you can. For me, it was a few episodes of The Hills, a show about stupid rich kids whose parents buy them cool jobs in LA. Oh, boo hoo! The rich girls have such trouble meeting decent guys and getting internships at makeup companies! Wahhh! It makes your own problems seem more substantial, valid, and worth brooding over.