A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
It's 2:30 in the afternoon, and I'm already having an utterly awful day. I've dedicated today to finishing a bunch of coursework (must be done by the 28th - argh!), and have I gotten any of it done? No, of course not.
I can't think in my apartment because it's so over-filled with junk (what, New Roommate? You wouldn't consider it a possibility that you could maybe leave a couple of your things for which we already have duplicates in storage so that it's possible to access stuff in our panty? Of course you wouldn't, you high-maintenance, self-righteous strumpet). The number of products being stored on the single square-foot of bathroom counterspace has reached astronomical proportions, and I can't even wash my hands without knocking something over. Where did my nothing-but-handsoap-and-lotion counter go, Smelly Strumpet?
Either I broke or New Roommate broke (when she was piling stuff on top of my stuff so that she could have more-than-ample -- meaning more than half the available shelving that currently contains three people's stuff -- space for her stuff) one of my favorite irreplaceable bowls that I got at an artist's market. And my kitchen is disgusting but I don't have the time or energy to clean it.
My landlady woes continue, as she refused the certified letter I sent her, so now I have to decide if I take her to court or just hire a lawyer to be mean, or drop it all, or what.
To top it all off, I twisted my left wrist somehow, I've gained two pounds, and what promised to be a very pleasant day when I woke up has turned into the sort of day that justifies my yoga pants and lack of mascara.
Did I mention that I can't think like this? I am out of patience for the world.
