roller coaster ride

if someone had stayed with me every single minute for the past seven days, he or she would probably have gone nuts. my moods have been yo-yoing from irritated to apathetic to stressed to excited to fuming to exuberant to sleepy to grateful to disappointed to frustrated and finally to just plain tired. what. a. week.

monday night i came home bugged because i couldn't get into my own garage. tuesday night i was tired but forcing myself to stay awake to get some work done. wednesday night i found out that my college classmate's mom passed away, and i started crying. stayed up 'til three am. thursday i drove all the way to sucat for the wake of my officemate's father. stayed up 'til four am. friday night i didn't go to bed at all 'cause i was rushing for a deadline. finally slept 11am saturday after delivering my work. woke up 3am to go to the second wake of the week. got stuck in horrific traffic, reached the place almost 5pm. had to rush home to get ready for alicia keys concert. was a bit too tired to completely enjoy the show, but psyched myself up for it best i can. truthfully, didn't feel as happy i should have been. faked it half the time. went to bed 1am (amazingly, earlier than my weeknights!) woke up 9am sunday to get ready for church. left the house 10:30am. got back to the house 7pm, for dinner out. choir practice, basketball game, coffee with friends and visit to wake in between. oh, and helped someone with a knee injury during lunch. dinner, then went to bed 11pm after resolving issues with concert companion. woke up 8am today, when dad came in and asked if i was going to work. (for those who don't know, i'm supposed to be at work by 8am.) spent the day helping people out doing rush materials. asked for help and got "i'm hungry, let's eat!" and "hey, it's breaktime!" as responses. got immensely pissed, feeling of irritation compounded by files that refused to cooperate. made the deadline, but ended up crying in the bathroom for some insane reason. gave most losers the silent treatment for their insensitive behavior. (improvement, actually, as the old me would have told them off and smacked them at least a dozen times.) i guess i expect too much from the human race. makes me wonder why god even bothered to save us from the hole we dug ourselves into.

maybe i should just stop caring.