Have you ever heard the joke where the man is drowning in the ocean and cries for God to save him? While he pleas for God to help, he turns away three rescue boats, and ends up dying? Then, he gets to heaven and asks why God didn't help him and God replies, "I sent you three boats!"
Well, I just had one of those moments.
I'm still not in a very good mood. I was up most of the night and even took a bath and shower at three am to see if it would help make me feel better, but it didn't work. I did eventually fall asleep somewhere around five, but I had to be up a few hours later for church because I had agreed to do a reading for the first Advent Sunday.
Anyways, all day today I couldn't kick the 'tude. I tried to go lay down a little bit ago. I grabbed my iPad in hopes of submursing myself into an episode or two of One Tree Hill before I fell asleep and woke up a few hours later to try studying before school.
But, Netflix wasn't loading on the iPad. I fiddled with it for about forty-five minutes and then I realized I could work on some things and have it playing on my computer.
And, then, cue me drowning.
The episode that was up next was apparently the episode where Peyton and Lucas have a miscarriage. And my heart stopped. And I wanted to puke.
I should have taken the cues. Netflix isn't working--Go to bed or go study, but don't watch the next episode tonight.
I need to get better at taking a hint.