Finck
Monday 21st July 2008 3:45pm
Manchester
3,485 posts
Okay, apart from tomorrow (an altogether unpromising day with a lot of shit potential) today is the shittest day of the part of my life that I can remember.
Copy shop owners have conspired against me and sent me on a farcical tube tour through Stuttgart only to *not* print my 1200 pages of scanned microfilm.
I've slept only 2,5 hours because I was stupid enough to try to fall asleep during the _second_ half of 2001: A Space Odyssey, although every child knows that that's what the first half's for.
My internet is ridiculously slow. During one pageload I could easily hunt, roast and eat the puppy that has moved in next door and has since only produced unenlightened, servile sounds of stupid happiness.
There is no food in the fridge and I can no longer live on the mushrooms in my hair, because I had to wash it this morning which was a really, really boring affair, took ages and would on its own have made this day shit.
Well, that's about it. Feel invited to make it all that extra inch shitter by finding mistakes in my writing.
Actually I'm a tiny bit less miserable and angry now.