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$600 car repair bill, shouting, a dishwasher full of dishes to be put away, a sink full of dishes to wash (how is it possible for one person to use four glasses in the course of eating breakfast? WHAT DID HE COOK IN THAT PAN?), bugs of doom in the bathroom (courtesy: open window), spelentic dog, acid reflux, no cold sodas, and angry emails.

I GIVE UP ON TODAY.

If I promised anyone anything by today, they will have it by tomorrow. Sorry, but the couch and a WARM SODA and PoA call to me.

Nobody hug me in comments *sulks* You may leave a reason today sucks, if you wish, and/or a suitably cranky icon.

ETA HOMG GMAIL DON'T MAKE ME SMACK A BITCH. *threatens gmail*

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Every time I go into my bedroom to take a nap I end up wandering into the bathroom where my workshop is (TAKE THAT YOU FOUR-CUP USING BASTARD, MY BRUSHES ARE IN YOUR SINK) and emerge half an hour later, covered in paint, and without my nap.

Nobody told me arts and crafts were an addictive substance.