Not My Week. Not. My. Week.

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune are currently kicking my butt. I may soon have problems sitting down.

If it's true that every avalanche begins with a single misplaced yodel or a clump of snow that's just too heavy, then consider this avalanche well under way. With me under it.

Sunday brought not-happy-news. Since my car cost me a grand, I've been struggling to make my payments on various things. UGH. I just found out the bank docked me $60 for less than $20's worth in over-draft fees, which is no-one's fault but mine, but still. It stings.

I made a cup of coffee this morning to find the cream was lumpy as it was being poured into my cup. Yuck.

I'm missing out on a golden opportunity to do some spokesperson work in DC for a large amount of money due to the fact that I'm already in a show that won't pay the tolls I spend just to get to rehearsals. Again; no one to blame but me. Blargh.

It just isn't my week, I've decided. See you on the other side of it. Urgh.