hating life

[fictional]

i couldn't find my keys this morning.
i was forced to leave my house unlocked (please please please let calliope the laptop and my tv be there when i get back) and i'm just praying that they're on the floor somewhere in the cesspit that is my room currently.
they've got to be there, 'cause i unlocked my door to come into my house last night, but GRAHHHH!!!!

i missed the bus this morning (either that, or it just never showed up) so i had to walk to work, and i was late.
and i have just been informed that my task for today will be to walk around campus delivering agenda's for a meeting later this afternoon. i might add, that all these handouts will be given to people AT the meeting later, so why we have to run around doing this is beyond me. it's also raining.

and, i've got this damned paper to finish, and so many other errands to run i feel like my brain is going to pop and start leaking out my nose.

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