#owchh

Today has been the kind of day where as soon as I finally decide to get my life together to go outside in search of some shrimp to cook dinner tonight so that I can feel like I've done something with my day it starts to rain. And I didn't bring my umbrella. The kind of day where as I'm getting out of the taxi my left index finger gets caught in the door and I'm so stunned I didn't pull it out fast enough before the car starts to drive off. The kind of day where, because I'm in pain and shock, I pick up a bag of frozen shrimp that is the equivalent of $10 U.S. which in general is a fucking rip off, but even more so because I'm on a tight budget and I could have used that $10 on more important things than a bag of frozen shrimp (like cheeseballs or bananas or anything else to be frank). The kind of day where you go to play some loud music in the kitchen to keep your mind off of your mangled finger but because you illegally acquired the music from various sources they somehow can't be located on your laptop and you're forced to listen to Norah Jones instead who you loved enough to purchase legally but can't deal with right now because damn her songs are sad.

Now I'm cutting up carrots and alternately fuming and whimpering over my finger and eyeing the thawing shrimp viciously.