xx Sydney Danvers

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Saying "it's been a horrible day" is an understatement.

Work is flaying me alive, I'm surprised it hasn't killed me yet. Or maybe it has, and I'm just a walking zombie because it's the only explanation for my mind being all over the place today. I somehow managed to come out of work without being fired.

Then I had the bright idea of dropping by Trader Joe's for a bit of grocery shopping. And while in line, I accidentally dropped a can of chicken soup, which thankfully didn't burst open, but some ass went on a loud tirade how I nearly maimed his foot and how it may have broken bones. He went on for what seemed like hours, and I alternated between wanting to run out of the store in embarrassment, dumping all my stuff on his precious feet, and breaking down in a heap on the floor.

I ended up mumbling my apologies, and fleeing the moment my stuff were bagged.

Thank god it's the weekend. Now excuse me while I go wallow in my funk under the covers in my room. Then maybe something to drink later.