Today was a complete and total shitstorm. My last class ran longer than it should have, making me have to wait in a long ass line at the book store. The art supply store I go to didn't have the portfolio I wanted, so now I either have to ask them to order it, or I need to find another store or portfolio online. Usually, this wouldn't be a big deal, but this is going to put me behind on my photo assignments.
Which brings me to the fact that ordering new prints would've been senseless, with no place to put them. I'm not going to spend money on photos that are going to sit and collect dust.
The gas flap on my car REFUSED to open, which meant I couldn't get to mechanicsville to see my doctor. So that means no medication until Friday, even though I'm gonna' run out of mostly everything by early Wednesday. My gas flap not opening also meant I couldn't get to the vet, and there isn't another appointment available until early next month.
I went home to wait for my dad, and was so fucking miserable I said "fuck you" to my homework, cleaned my room, threw on yoga pants and a tank, and had two beers that promptly put me to sleep. Woke up feeling like shit, and finally began my reading. Ran out of cigarettes, and had to get gas before I could buy a new pack. Tried to work on a painting, but I felt uninspired and ill. Finally got gas, and cigarettes. Finished my homework, threw up my dinner, and attempted once again to paint. That didn't work, so I threw up my hands, made a cup of cocoa, and sat outside to mourn.
It's only Monday and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I'm seriously considering either spending this week in a drunken stupor, or just sleeping. Someone can wake me up on Saturday.
But alas I have responsibilities and all that other stupid shit. Fuck adulthood.
