Allison Unfiltered: Aw, look wat teh widdle internet did!

Well, today was setting out to be a pretty crappy ~~Valen~~ Thursday. For one, I took, literally, a full 30 minutes to open my eyes this morning. That's all. To open my eyes. Opening my eyes took all the strength I had left after a full night's sleep. I'd totally blame the medication I'm on but that'd be making excuses and disavowing my humanity, apparently. That was a real workout. I wonder how many calories opening your eyes burns?

Then I managed to find my hyperspeed switch (which I can never find at any other time, no matter how much I reallyreallyreally need it) and somehow get Leah awake, clothed, fed, brushed, bundled up, excited about her ~~valentines~~ commercially-endorsed gift cards for classmates, packed, and ready for school in 10 minutes flat. Woocha!

And then I stumbled back upstairs to figure out how to make the horror otherwise known as morning QueenAlpo look presentable enough for a 10 a.m. appointment. Drove half an hour through traffic and stood there. And stood there. And then I did some more standing. After my feet got tired of the lack of motion, I sent off an e-mail that read something like, "Hello? I'm outside but you're not answering? Did you forget that, like, we have an appointment?!"

Drove the half-hour back home, went to the grocery store for tonight's dinner and the makings for a me-lunch. Got home just in time to get an answer to my e-mail: "Hello, Allison. Our appointment was for two p.m. Let me know if you would still like to come." Oh. Right. 'Cause ten am and two pm are sooo close together. I respond, "You're right. I should have written it down! See you later." And then I get mad at myself, kicking myself in the ass, wondering what the hell is happening to me. Because I have lost my act-togetherness. Can I blame the meds for that too? A few minutes later Leah's teacher e-mails me about scheduling a parent meeting. I open my planner. Guess what I have down today at 2 pm? Uh-huh.

Normally this would be the point where I complain to a higher power that I didn't do anything for the Universe to bitch-slap me today. But unfortunately the bitch-slapping all seems to be coming from me and not the Universe. Damn.

Not only that, but I am feeling this way about one (not)missed appointment. There are like, battered women and starving children in Africa and Spongebob desperately needs a fashion stylist, and yet I wallow.

And then I get online for some blog therapy and guess what -- even teh internets is keeping me in line. Kinda like jt of the suicide slum address does. Right after I've posted an anti-Valentine's day entry, there's tons of cutesy-wutesy Valentine's posts that temporarily make me feel like the holiday does deserve its own existence. As long as it doesn't involve opening your wallet and giving your hard-earned money to someone else because the calendar happens to say February 14, these are pretty cool.

But best of all, Sharon, who writes one of my favorite blogs about deaf characters in adolescent literature, has taken a time out from books to tell us that there will be a deaf character on Medium (~~CBS~~ NBC -- thanks, Marisa!) this coming Monday night. Which is indeed serendipitously therapeutic because after the initial disappointment I felt after realizing I would miss it due to my Monday night class, I looked in my planner to make sure my 2 pm appointment hadn't mysteriously migrated to noon. And I realized -- Monday is President's Day, and I have no class.

WHOOCHA!!! Now I'm happy.

And I have a headache. (More meds!)