::: spoiler alcohol , stress venting Just broke a bottle of whiskey the minute I got home from buying it. Not only do I have to clean it up now, but I have to go buy even more because I feel stupid and want to drink even more.
I am so fucking sick of getting 2/3 through a day and having something happen that negates all of that and makes me want to throw a brick at someone. I literally don't care that the day was going fine. I was on my way to RELAX and now there's more bullshit.
I'm getting plastered. I'm pissed . Whoever invented plastic bags needs to go away. Whoever made bottles round so they can roll needs to go away. Whoever made the floor hard needs to go away.
It's like the fucking Odyssey getting from my last obligation of the day to the point that I can fucking relax. And then I get 3 hours of sleep over the course of 7, and it all starts again
This isn't even what I wanted to complain about but I'm like seething right now. I'm dysphoric about a completely different set of problems. Let me get drunk, life, please.