wtf

One of those days when before you get out of bed you just kinda know it's going to suck and somehow, if you can just somehow make it through the day you will be so damn lucky.



"At least you're okay and that's what's important" says the bum whose living room I ran into to eat my Octagon meal replacement from Taco Hell before heading back to school for tutoring.

I had this sense of urgency all day, like being stretched to the limit and if I was given one more thing, I would break, literally all over the ground.

Now when it happened, I didn't swear, didn't cry or shout, it was more like a calm storm of disappointment because I knew I would be slowing down; my plan wasn't going to work out the way I wanted.

At first the bum said "Dontcha know how to drive?" :insert rage here:

then he helped me load what parts of my car had fallen off into the back.

I offered him my tacobell and he declined. I guess he even knew it wasn't good for him.