I’m an idiot

Aw man, today is starting out with some seriously bad mojo.

I’d blame the full moon, but that was yesterday.

So here we go.

* Last night I had dreams about fighting with my neighbor ALL NIGHT LONG. I’d wake up, and go back to sleep and have another dream. In one, I had super powers and I was fire bombing her house. In another she was poisoning my dogs and I was threatening to go slit her throat, but Baboo was holding me back. It was all terrible. In my dream, we always had this same house, out in the country, and she lived across the way in a rickety shack.

Terrible.

I woke up in a yucky mood after all that.

*I slept in a bit and it threw off my timing. (My only peaceful sleep was the 9 minute snooze period!)

*As we were going to leave I realized that I didn’t have my keys. Baboo had locked our bedroom and he didn’t have a key to get back in. I was in a total panic, running around, freaking out. Just as I was giving up and ready to cry, I look down at my feet… and there they are. My mother fucking keys on the floor in front of Bandits crate. Turns out that last night I came in and got enamored with his cuteness, sat down in front of his crate to play with him, left my keys there and completely forgot.

I AM A DUMBASS.

Oh, but it doesn’t end there.

*I get to the train station and realize that I left my work bag sitting on the couch. With my badge and train pass inside. and all of the notes I printed out for my stories.

FUCK MY LIFE.

Sooooo…. yeah. I had to buy a bus pass, get a stupid sticker badge, got to work late, and something is stuck in my throat.

today is being a bitch ass whore.

I’m a complete idiot.

and I just wanna go home.

Happy friday ya’ll

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