The Pains of A Damned Soul

Ordinarily I'd be at work right now, cheerily guiding someone through the process of labor. Due to a few malfunctions with the accessories that run my life, I am actually supposed to be at home. So here I am. Long story short- I thought I switched shifts with someone. I didn't. Last night I was supposed to be at work, except no one could call me because my phone is (hopefully) en route from Sacramento. I left it there last weekend while at a wedding. Soo.... I didn't know about the shift mix-up, didn't show for work last night, and now am short hours this week because I am NOT actually working tonight. rrr... So, I'm sitting here teetering on the edge of mindlessly staring at the t.v. all night. Not quite there yet, have to blog first. Somewhat frustrated. And I'm ovulating/have recently ovulated. So begins the descent into madness. Actually, so begins the progesterone phase of my cycle, wherein I get depressed approximately 5,000 times more easily than any other 2 weeks of the month. So now it's time for some cognitive behavioral thinking!!! I'll spare the blog audience this little exercise and just leave you all with the assurance that, yes, Skye will be fine in a few minutes. Until the next disaster happens. Then, she'll be mad/sad/nervous/etc. until she quietly ponders life and gets a grip.