further signs that god hates me:
Saturday's "hangover" became runny nose + cough + sore throat + achy back + blisters on both ankles, but no sympathy can be garnered because it started out as a hangover and that's my own fault.
I may have broken my pinky toe today by being clumsy while in the vicinity of furniture.
Three cookie racks and one sheet pan fell on my head today while I was putting away clean dishes. None of the cookie racks or the sheet pan were among those clean dishes.
CVS is closed, and I really want some happy go-to-sleep couch medicine.
My favorite jeans were too tight in the waist today, and then yoga class was cancelled despite my need for boat pose ass-kicking.
I cannot find any goddamn tranquilizers.