I know, I know, it comes with the territory
Damn it, it should NOT be such a stupid ordeal to find some plain round 3/16" eyelets. I've wasted entirely too much time on that.
It's depressing to think that failing to find eyelets took up pretty much my whole day. In addition to that, I made some vaguely successful curry and some vaguely unsuccessful cookies.
I'm increasingly annoyed at how difficult it is to go all the places I need to go. Between the groceries, the art supplies, and the rain, I've been exhausted and soggy and mad for days on end. I would love to be able to try not carrying heavy things, not looking up bus schedules, not walking, and not being rained-on. Balls.
The sidewalks also seem to be stupidly full of people, all walking slowly in groups of three or four, spread out so it's impossible to get past or around them. Come on, you jerks, if we're all going to be stuck out in the rain, we could at least move quickly, so as to spend as little time in it as possible. And all you hand-holders: I hate you. You take up as much space as the clumps of yuppie hipster shoppers, and you're revolting besides. No one likes your possessive clutching of one another.
I suppose it's just that the weather is getting to me. It's that time of year, and I don't think we've had a dry day in about two weeks.
It's depressing to think that failing to find eyelets took up pretty much my whole day. In addition to that, I made some vaguely successful curry and some vaguely unsuccessful cookies.
I'm increasingly annoyed at how difficult it is to go all the places I need to go. Between the groceries, the art supplies, and the rain, I've been exhausted and soggy and mad for days on end. I would love to be able to try not carrying heavy things, not looking up bus schedules, not walking, and not being rained-on. Balls.
The sidewalks also seem to be stupidly full of people, all walking slowly in groups of three or four, spread out so it's impossible to get past or around them. Come on, you jerks, if we're all going to be stuck out in the rain, we could at least move quickly, so as to spend as little time in it as possible. And all you hand-holders: I hate you. You take up as much space as the clumps of yuppie hipster shoppers, and you're revolting besides. No one likes your possessive clutching of one another.
I suppose it's just that the weather is getting to me. It's that time of year, and I don't think we've had a dry day in about two weeks.