I need a fuckin' hug. And, you know, ...

[fredericks]

I finally got around to getting my nails done. But now I'm pissed because the tech. clipped my nails down to nothing, so now I can't scratch anything. Nor can I wield my nails like the lethal weapons they are.

I also left a library book on the bus on the way home. The first driver I informed about it was very nice and gave me the number to the depot, but the depot person was a total arse and didn't radio the other buses on the route until an hour later, after nagging on my part. I'm hoping some kind soul returns the book to the library for me.

Dammit. Two hours spent on the street corner, looking curiously like a prostitute (with jeans and a sweatshirt on, but still) and no book. I'm so tired and annoyed. And I can't scratch at all.

Curses.

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[candicelbj.livejournal.com]

aw. *hugs* virtual, but a hug nonetheless.

Thanks

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

You know those days when it seems lots of little things come up just to get your goat? I mean, it was a culmination of sitting through a boring meeting that led me to go to Starbucks and pick up an ultra-sweet white chocolate mocha latte that, instead of waking me up, left me in a sugar-coma and made me so groggy that I got up and left my book on the seat adjacent to me. I usually am never that forgetful.

Then, after standing on the corner looking into every Q17 that passes by for about 1 1/2 hours, I come home and find out there are no damned crackers. AND I can't put on my clasp jewelry because I have no nails to grip it with.

It's enough to drive a gal batshit, I tell you.

But thanks, man. Thanks.