was like the worst day i’ve had in a long long time. like all day at work at my desk i was close to having a panic attack, my bp was up, my boss accused me of misplacing something he never gave me which made me angry AND sad at the same time, and if there’s one thing i hate more than bosses, it’s mixed emotions.
i tore outta there early and drove straight to the grocery store so i could grab a bottle of cheap wine and a bag of pork rinds and some marshmallow Peeps and just go home and gross the fuck out and maybe cry a little. but my bad day was made infinitely worse at the store when i went to check out and there was… one line, ten people, and three screaming children. it was fucking 11 o’clock, which is several o’clock’s past your screaming embryonic tumor’s bedtime.
i seem to excel at suffering the insufferable, but i wouldn’t be seen in public with a hand basket containing nothing but the aforementioned items, so i put them down and drove straight home.
if i were a good alcoholic this wouldn’t be a problem, but since i’m not and i barely drink, i have to dwell on my issues. whatever.