Tricky.

I swear, i have just been through the longest week of my life.

This wasn't one of those dramatic days as an adolescent where something just seemed SO horrible that you'd exclaim "This is the WORST day of my life!"

When we were littlest it was the dreaded call of "bedtime!" at about 6.30 or 7 in the evening. I remember feeling so depressed that the day was over for us and that we'd never ever one day be old enough to stay up till 9 o'clock.

For some of us later on it was travelling the 20 minute walk to the swimming pool in sweltering weather, then after arriving finding that it was closed for "repairs". It may seem a little dramatic now but i remember the sad feeling of having to walk all the way home feeling more thirsty with every step.

For others, it was being the first one to get up to dance at a party, obviously standing up too soon and suddenly feeling so dizzy that they had spun along until crashing into the wall on the other side of the room. It was more of a auditorium then a room. Also more of a mass gathering then a party. The silence after the crashing noises subsided was just solid. Everyone did eventually join in the dance. But that was a low point.

This week shockingly beats all of that combined. I can't see an end to it. I actually can't remember where the week began and i'm hoping will all my little hope cells that i'll look back and it will seem just as over dramatic as the exclamation that was made on the day walking home from the swimming pool.