ON TOP OF THIS SHIT I FUCKING DROVE HOME WITHOUT MY WALLET THEN HAD TO GO BACK TO WORK TO GET MY WALLET SO I COULD DRIVE HOME AGAIN TO PAY SOME MECHANIC AND BUY FIVE WEEKS OF REGISTRATION. FUCK YOU, LTSA.
About three minutes ago I was consumed with rage because I was looking in the bag I packed once at 2.30am and again at 12.10pm and I could only find one half of the pair of gloves that I prefer to compute in (the fingerless kind):
“Fuck this. I fucking guess I’ll have to wear my other pair of gloves reserved especially for the computer.”
Go on, whine about it.