Worst. Day. So Far.

It is almost 5pm, and I haven't gotten out of bed. I didn't take a shower, or brush my teeth, or wash my face, even. And I don't care what happens. My crazy neighbor came to my front door peddling some computer desk for $40 (that clearly wasn't worth the money), and I BOUGHT IT because I just couldn't be bothered to say no. In short, I have lost the will to live.

Why, oh why the lack of healthy vigor from you today, Priya? I hear you asking. And I shall tell you why. Yesterday I spent four hours trying to retrieve a car that I can't drive from the tow lot. That's right. The stupid car that I wish were dead got towed finally and I had to rescue it and drive it back, listening to its infernal death rattling all the way (it's 13 years old, is a stick shift, and everything inside it smells like boy ass and mechanical trouble)! But not before I took three trains (twice in the wrong direction, and then I got off too early and had to wait for the next one to get back on, so, SIX TRAINS), then walked for 40 minutes in the wrong direction because SEVERAL PEOPLE LIED TO ME when I asked about which direction in which to walk to get to Hope street, then had to pay for a taxi to take us the rest of the way because it was getting dark and it was just me and a skinny white guy (Shem) in Compton, and then gave some random dude my car keys and FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to get my car out of the lot. YEP. FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS. FOUR! HUNDRED! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT BLOWING DOLLARS. AND THEN I had to call my friend O and have him come down and JUMP the car because it DIED. AND THEN I had to have him drive slowly in front of me in case it died AGAIN. And then we were late to the David Cross show that we were supposed to go to, and what's more is that we were supposed to go to CHIPOTLE before the show and we DIDN'T GET TO DO THAT EITHER.

I am POSITIVE that I did not deserve any part of yesterday. I believe in Karma and everything, so, cool, but I AM A GOOD PERSON! Because I believe in being a good person. Did you know that I gave LOTS OF MONEY to Planned Parenthood last year? I just donated it! I didn't get anything except the knowledge that I was helping others in return! AND I sponsored a fucking CHILD in BELIZE OR SOMETHING. I don't deserve a medal or anything, I mean, it's not anything spectacular, it's not like I actually went to Belize or wherever and nursed that child back to health and educated it with my own two hands or anything. BUT I DO DESERVE TO JUST HAVE A NORMAL GODDAMNED LIFE WITHOUT SHIT ALL FALLING APART ON MY FACE EVERY DAY.

So now I am lying here and frowning with my arms crossed IN PROTEST of something that has already happened. I am pissed. So if you don't hear from me, it's because I'm angry. Just assume that I want to rip someone's larynx out, and unless you have heard explicitly otherwise in print, you will be correct.