First you reel me out and then you cut the string.

Today.
Wake up at 7am by the garage door slamming shut.
Realize my left knee is out of commission. Great.
Two eggs. Three ibuprofen. Back to bed by 8am.
Wake up again, 11am too hot to be under covers.
Push myself to get out of the house.
Shopping? Sure.
Actually find shoes I like, the day will get better.
Try on pants.
Come to the conclusion that good fitting pants are near impossible for me.
Too long or too big or just ackward.
Get walked or pushed in on by anonymous shopper.
"Hey..." is all that I can say. She didn't even acknowledge her slip up. Rude.
I laugh it off.
Return home. Make the best salad. Ever.
[tuna, lettuce, avocado, brussel sprouts, carrots, cheese, sunflower seeds]
My mother and I clash. She yells, I yell.
I shouldn't have yelled back, I'm real sensitive today.
We both cool off.
She says she's having a bad day because fluid is building back up again.
This isn't suppose to happen anymore.
Her last surgery was for the sole purpose of this not happening.
We both get emotional.
I kiss and reassure her.
We forget why we had that meaningless spat.
I go to Michaels and bring some acrylic paints home.
It's 5pm, I'll save my art for tomorrow.
I probably should have just started.
Nicole's leaving for NY at 7pm.
We talk things over. Oh, she's going to have fun.
Wait around for nothing all night.
Find myself more emotional than usual.
I don't feel like being around randoms tonight.
I'd rather just be with one or two people.
So it's more personal.
Or just watch a movie and sleep early.
Or just have a cup of tea and look through old pictures.
Or just canoodle.
It's not like I've had a terrible day.
It's more like a series of really off events.
Sometimes a handful of set backs feel as equal as one massive heartbreak.
Not always though.
Usually, I'm not too bad at dealing with life.
Ahh, it's just one of those days.
A funk.