Falling over and falling out

I am ready for October to boogy on out and for November to hurry up and get here. I am not enjoying the current month one little bit and am ready to start a petition to have it permanently removed from the yearly rotation. It's only a third way into this God-forsaken month and already I've almost filed for divorce, been attacked by a dog, been turned down for a job that I was extremely overqualified for, and I've realized that it is my destiny to always be 15 pounds overweight. (I have a 100% in my Woody Class - there's your one good thing Michael.) I'm in a funk. I'm a funky monkey. Monk-the-funk.
So, what now? Well, I have my first real Ivy League final exam on Saturday. Yeah. Maybe once that is finished I will cheer up a bit. Then, come November I will get a good dose of family love. We are flying to Santa Fe to visit my daddy and then driving to Tennessee for Thanksgiving. Both trips have me a little anxious, just because my father always makes me break out in hives and 12 hours in a car with two dogs and a tired husband are slightly terrifying. But, still, I need a little family love right now. I need to feel the warm embrace of unconditional love and to be around people who think I am perfect and wonderful and special. I need to be babied and wrapped up in my daddy's belly and have someone remind me that I'm smart and capable and fabulous... I need love.
So, October hurry up and get out of here. Let November, a good month, come on and then maybe life can be cheery again.