Today I lost a $50 check, I unintentionally might have not yielded to a car because I was tired and distracted, my life flashed before my eyes when an idiot driver passed a car a hundred feet in front of me on a double yellow line, and came home tired and hungry from seven hours of babysitting to a mess of a kitchen and no dinner even begun.
Excuse me while I wallow in self-pity.
And now I am so weary. Why is this always the case? I come away from any more than a few hours of social activity, and I just want to sit down and zone out and weep and never wake up.
I hate everything.
Also, I think I have a nothing box.