The universe just seems to live to screw us over some days. Really.
AN is in 3 months, and all the hotels are already booked. This is rediculus.
I have no groceries, at all. And a grand total of $7.28 in my bank account. This is just sad.
I am still bloody well sick and the stitches ripped. This just sucks.
This is one of those weeks when I just want to go home, curl up in front of the fire with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate and cuddle with my puppy.