Fuck this day. It's not even 9:30 in the AM, and I'm pretty much done with it.
Murphy has decided I don't need any more than four hours of sleep at one time. He was up my ass this morning so many times, I finally decided to get up.
Went to open the blinds and stepped in his vomit. On my bare heel. It was nasty as fuck-all.
Huge headache.
Sinuses blaring.
Keep forgetting I have an appt at 1. Finally wrote a big "1" on my left hand to remind myself.
Had to "verify" my fucking identity on Kindle Direct, or they would shut all my shit down.
So, fuck them, too.
It was a got damn process.
Between two devices and zero patience.
Then, I go online to fill out a form for something I need, and it asks for an email I don't have and won't go to the next page, because I guess that shit is unacceptable. So fuck me.
Oh, and if I don't get the email, then everything is snail mail.
Difficulty after difficulty.
Ya girl woke up with a sore body and no sense of humor.
I'm at my limit at a salty 9:35 am.
It's got to get better, right???
