my husband’s been out of town for nearly three weeks. my mother got a new dog that’s clearly not properly potty trained plus my parents are watching my dog, so they currently have four dogs in the house and my body dies of allergies when i go over there. work is insane. i want to punch someone in the face. and the coffee that provides me with at least some degree of daily joy is leaving a nasty film of gunk on my tongue.
don’t mind me, i’ll just have a sprinkle of rage to go with my heaping bowlful of bitterness, and a shot of vodka on the side.