One Person's Bad Day is Another Person's Good Day

I just came to the realization that I'm having a rather nasty day. I went to my appointment and found out that what I really want to take is at a college that I didn't register at. Why? Because they're not taking any more people. And to top it all off, I won't get any classes until January which doesn't bother me. But what got me was that I was halfway to the bus stop and I saw the bus and I booked it.

The result? Both of my knees and ankles are rebelling against me and the water bottle and Pokewalker I had on me (literally on me) disappeared. I don't remember when and I really don't care cause neither of those are irreplaceable. I just rather liked the black sport bottle (the one that soaked me yesterday) if only because it's cleaner than the red duplicate one (because I had milk in it a few days ago and failed to clean it). I went back to the College just to look for it, looking like an idiot the whole time.

Roommate, however, is having a much better day. He didn't sleep past 12:30 and he even found the debit card that he was missing. And tore up the apartment in the process. Through the entire time it was missing, I kept telling him that if he just simply cleaned his half of the studio apartment, he'd find it a lot faster. I still think he would have found it the day he noticed that it was missing but he found it anyways.

And I still feel like I'll die if I stand up. Which I just might even if it hurts when Sylvester (my black and white "tuxedo" cat) decides that my feet = cat toys.

Also just to make my day worse, I'm going through the worst PMS ever. Headache, cramping, deadly mood swings... yeah. Oh and exhaustion. Rather crappy time to have a bad day.