i just want you to know.

that i did NOT have a good day.

it consisted of data entry, tears, data entry, lunch, some light at the end of the tunnel, stomach pains, data entry, drive home through rush hour, almost choking to death on some chicken, freaking out, tears, cramps.

okay. did you get that?

today i had cramps AND did data entry. AND i literally almost choked to death on a piece of chicken.

i've done this choking thing before. when i was 15. i had to give myself the Heimlich. no joke. ask my mom. the huge piece of chicken flew out of my mouth and landed in her purse (we were driving.) we saved it to show my dad proof that i had almost died/needed sympathy.

tonight, almost exactly 15 years later (whoa, i'm turning 30 soon,) i was rushing around after work. unpacking. dragging boxes to the garage. reorganizing crap from childhood. running (i ran in this heat.) and in between unpacking, reorganizing, telling B about data entry and arranging to switch cars with my dad tomorrow so that i can fit the new dining room table into a car, i choked. on some of b's chicken. in the new kitchen. the one that makes me feel so full of joy and peace and i know, it sounds like a religious experience. but it's so bright and beautiful. and organized. but as i stood there, broken-down box in one hand, and chicken in the other. i choked.

and now, my throat feels funny and i'm afraid to eat.

i hated today.