This post is rather petty, but I can't find the energy/will to care right now.
This has been a Bad Week. With Capital letters. There's been drama around the house, Issues all over the place, and today we learned really Bad News in regards to a relative's health.
So today, I took a Me Day. I dressed up in my fuzziest, warmest pjs, plopped my butt in a recliner, and apart from a short trip into town for Subway and icees, I've been playing video games all day. Harvest Moon, to be specific. Something that requires a lot of thought without actually thinking.
And now my battery is Dead.
By Dead (with capitals), I mean that it won't recognize the charger anymore. Which, since this is an original first-series DS I was given used from Brother, is really not a huge surprise. Logically speaking, it was bound to happen someday right? I mean, it's like eight years old.
Not so logically, I'm torn between screaming and crying right now.
Fuck you too, world.
So today, I took a Me Day. I dressed up in my fuzziest, warmest pjs, plopped my butt in a recliner, and apart from a short trip into town for Subway and icees, I've been playing video games all day. Harvest Moon, to be specific. Something that requires a lot of thought without actually thinking.
And now my battery is Dead.
By Dead (with capitals), I mean that it won't recognize the charger anymore. Which, since this is an original first-series DS I was given used from Brother, is really not a huge surprise. Logically speaking, it was bound to happen someday right? I mean, it's like eight years old.
Not so logically, I'm torn between screaming and crying right now.
Fuck you too, world.