What is this...a fucking conspiracy?
Seriously, what the fuck?
So, I get down to Faire for Goffee, and what do I find? Sign on the door: "Closed - Family Emergency". And, yeah, sad and all, but...well, not to be too self-centered, but yet again I find myself thwarted.
So I walk home, but I figured my apartment will be roasting, so I decide to sit in the lounge chairs on the back deck. But no...those are full of other people when I get there. Fucking thwarted.
I'm having a really shitty week, and it's only half over. I just can't seem to fucking win at anything, haven't since Monday. There'z precious little on the list of things which have gone wrong which I couldn't endure stoically if it were a single event in an otherwise normal week--some of these are just little, petty annoyances, really--but the concatenation of all of these things is just really getting to me; could shit just STOP going wrong for a while?
I'm tempted to just find a field in the middle of nowhere and lie there on my back until this shit just blows over...which will, of course, result in my death by a de-orbiting piece of space station or a meteorite or some shit, right? So...lock myself in an underground bunker, maybe? Nope...airtight and not stocked with food, I'm sure.
What the fuck ever.
So, I get down to Faire for Goffee, and what do I find? Sign on the door: "Closed - Family Emergency". And, yeah, sad and all, but...well, not to be too self-centered, but yet again I find myself thwarted.
So I walk home, but I figured my apartment will be roasting, so I decide to sit in the lounge chairs on the back deck. But no...those are full of other people when I get there. Fucking thwarted.
I'm having a really shitty week, and it's only half over. I just can't seem to fucking win at anything, haven't since Monday. There'z precious little on the list of things which have gone wrong which I couldn't endure stoically if it were a single event in an otherwise normal week--some of these are just little, petty annoyances, really--but the concatenation of all of these things is just really getting to me; could shit just STOP going wrong for a while?
I'm tempted to just find a field in the middle of nowhere and lie there on my back until this shit just blows over...which will, of course, result in my death by a de-orbiting piece of space station or a meteorite or some shit, right? So...lock myself in an underground bunker, maybe? Nope...airtight and not stocked with food, I'm sure.
What the fuck ever.