Bad Day.

Today was a bad day. Actually it wasn't but the events of the past thirty minutes turned it into a bad day. This is the part where I'm going to ramble angrily about things that will make you question my sanity and probably make you think, "This girl does not know the definition of a bad day." But being a teen, and having all that teen angst, I'm using that as an excuse to be dramatic and angry. So here it goes:

Every day I run. Every single day of every week of every month. Occasionally I take a rest day but not often. Today I did not get to run. And that really pisses me off. Running, for me, started out as self-inflicted torture. I hated every second of it, and some days I still do. But, I need to lose weight and this is the way to do it. Good old-fashioned exercise. And now I actually kind of enjoy it. 

On days I have work right after school I run on the treadmill for 30 minutes. The way I survive staring at the same thing for 30 minutes is by watching a movie while I run. Well today, I turn on my TV and start my movie. I'm stretching before in my very zen state of mind, somewhat stoked for this run. I feel like today will be a successful run day.

I look up at the TV and everything is in black and white. The movie is not supposed to be in black and white... normally I may not mind but I wanna get started on my run but I can't just not figure out what is wrong. So I begin to assess the problem, my anger level already rising. Soon I realize this is not a fixable problem. The DVD player just decided to go haywire on me. By the time I figure this out, its too late to run. I'll never get in my 30 minutes and still have time to shower and get to work. So at this point I'm really pissed and my whole day is shot to hell. And nobody in my family is sympathetic to my plight. I'm just whining at my faulty technology. And I am. But it may help if someone could be a little empathetic to my problem instead of totally indifferent. And changing the subject will not fix my problem. 

Alright, well that was my angry rambling about the stupid DVD player that ruined my day. I just hope I can plaster on a convincing enough smile for the customers at work, lest I accidently rub off some of my misery and anger onto them. The bosses would not be happy about that. Now I'll just have to run double tomorrow... assuming I can fix the DVD player by some miracle of magic. Oh joy.