Cue complaining.
I spent ten consecutive hours in the school computer lab today, people. Ten hours. It is not finals. It is not midterms. I am neither a law student or a med student. WTF, I say: that is too long. And let me tell you, after that long under flourescent lights and a computer screen, nobody looks pretty.
And then I got home to discover that Orange Kitten has continued her neurotic campaign of crapping on the futon (thanks a lot, you little asshat -- sometime this week I'm going to have to sleep there), either she or Bailey had crapped on the rug, and I'd forgotten to pay my tuition (which isn't technically due until Sunday, but still).
Today was fine in most of the ways that counts, and the weekend was great, but I am going to give myself fifteen minutes to ignore my considerable blessings, eat someone else's birthday cake, and sulk like I'm seven.
PISS WHINE BITCH MOAN.
And then I got home to discover that Orange Kitten has continued her neurotic campaign of crapping on the futon (thanks a lot, you little asshat -- sometime this week I'm going to have to sleep there), either she or Bailey had crapped on the rug, and I'd forgotten to pay my tuition (which isn't technically due until Sunday, but still).
Today was fine in most of the ways that counts, and the weekend was great, but I am going to give myself fifteen minutes to ignore my considerable blessings, eat someone else's birthday cake, and sulk like I'm seven.
PISS WHINE BITCH MOAN.