I'm ready to light myself on fire and then punch myself in the face.
I'd say I'm ready to rip my hair out but I feel it just doesn't get my point across well enough.
The hubby rolled and subsequently sprained his ankle with possible tendon damage, we spent all morning in the ER. He's hobbling around on crutches now with a swollen foot, so I'm trying to help him as much as I can.
I'm starving but am so goddamn irritated that I can't even bring myself to think about food, let alone actually make some for myself.
The bipolar voices in my head are positively screaming and the cat just took a giant dump in the cat box, which smells divine, and then puked all over the kitchen.
On top of it, my quiz link for my online class is broken and my professor, via email, insists that it's not, even though I'm sure he hasn't bothered to check it or he would find that I am 100% right and that it's inaccessible.
On top of that it's the last day to take the damn thing and I wasn't able to take it before because the lecture video was fucked up all week and no one could watch it to study what was going to be on the quiz. I also have to work very soon, and I need to shower. By the time I get off work, the quiz definitely will not be available so I am effectively fucked right up the goat ass.
Tomorrow morning bright and early I have jury duty. Promptly following this I will have a very annoying wine tasting at work which will be closely followed by my shift.
I hate everything and I want the whole world to burn to the fucking ground right now, but I'd settle for a giant delicious meal and a whiskey.
god hates me
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