It's not even something huge and monumental. Just a bunch of small stupid shit that is piling and piling and I'm about ready to snap.
First I can't find my damn keys (house and car). They are NOWHERE. I have torn my house apart and put it back together looking for them. Several hours yesterday, several hours this morning. Finally I have no time to wait for them to show up anymore because I have things to do.
Call a friend to drive me to the dealership to get a replacement. While I wait for her to show up, I get a splinter in the arch of my foot, and the tip of it is lodged deep enough that I can't get it out, and can hardly walk.
Get replacements (100+ dollars, awesome), drive car back to get remote programmed. Get stuck behind every granny and soccer mom "I break when there are no cars in front of me" minivan in the state of Virginia.
While waiting for car service to be done, get hit in the parking lot. Not my car, my body. Hit by a car. (I'm ok, save a couple bruises)
Go to home depot and get house keys replaced. On my way home get stuck behind every other granny and soccer mom in a minivan that hadn't been on the road before. Hit red at every stoplight on the way back, or so it felt.
Stop in 7 eleven to get a soda, soda sprays all over my white tank top.
Come back to find out that the fire department has broken down my door because my neighbors smelled gas and for some reason deducted that it was coming from my house even though I have electric appliances, along with just about every other townhouse in my area as they are all less than five years old.
So now I'm sitting here waiting for a locksmith to come and fix my damn door and give me an entirely new set of keys. I think I'll just stay in bed the rest of the day lest a higher power have anything more planned for me. I give up.
First I can't find my damn keys (house and car). They are NOWHERE. I have torn my house apart and put it back together looking for them. Several hours yesterday, several hours this morning. Finally I have no time to wait for them to show up anymore because I have things to do.
Call a friend to drive me to the dealership to get a replacement. While I wait for her to show up, I get a splinter in the arch of my foot, and the tip of it is lodged deep enough that I can't get it out, and can hardly walk.
Get replacements (100+ dollars, awesome), drive car back to get remote programmed. Get stuck behind every granny and soccer mom "I break when there are no cars in front of me" minivan in the state of Virginia.
While waiting for car service to be done, get hit in the parking lot. Not my car, my body. Hit by a car. (I'm ok, save a couple bruises)
Go to home depot and get house keys replaced. On my way home get stuck behind every other granny and soccer mom in a minivan that hadn't been on the road before. Hit red at every stoplight on the way back, or so it felt.
Stop in 7 eleven to get a soda, soda sprays all over my white tank top.
Come back to find out that the fire department has broken down my door because my neighbors smelled gas and for some reason deducted that it was coming from my house even though I have electric appliances, along with just about every other townhouse in my area as they are all less than five years old.
So now I'm sitting here waiting for a locksmith to come and fix my damn door and give me an entirely new set of keys. I think I'll just stay in bed the rest of the day lest a higher power have anything more planned for me. I give up.