I’ve had a bloody awful day

Put me out of my misery. Please. I didn’t sleep last night but that was ok, ‘cause, hey I slept the other night and one night sleep in 48 hours is pretty good. I’ll take what I can get so that’s not the problem. At precisely 4.23 my coffee maker went on strike(things tend to do that in my house-check blog entry about my computer a bit lower). Now that was the time for my first cup of the day so you can understand how that’s bad news. I moaned, bitched and whined but the bloody piece of shit didn’t want to start(it’s working fine now) so I was without coffee for many, many hours. Morning comes, mum leaves, I make coffee, everything’s right again in the world. I shower, spend a bloody hour trying to dry my hair, get that done then leave for school to get my reference. I get there, looks like I’m in luck, my old teacher is there. I find him and then “I’m sorry but I forgot about that…is it ok if I send it to you by tomorrow?”. Ok, I’m a little pissed at this point but after all the guy’s doing me a favour and he isn’t the one to blame for my shitty day and I don’t actually need it until the 15th ( I had the brains to predict that something like this might happen so I changed the dates a little for him). But I’m pissed nonetheless because I had just spent money on a cab ride that got nothing done when I could have been in bed. I leave there, after ducking through the flying snowballs and on the way home I reach my favourite guy in the whole wide world that sells books for less then a dollar each. I buy one(D.H. Lawrence if anyone’s interested) and go on my merry way to the bank to out some money in my account for my university application fee. The chick at the bank is a bitch that deserves to be killed but I let that slide because I’m too tired to fight with her and then the real fun begins. You see, today is mum’s birthday. I usually like buying presents for people but the woman is impossible to shop for. I try not to put a price limit on things(as much as I can) but the woman is still a nightmare. She likes perfumes. Lovely. I do not have 100-200 dollars to spend on the perfumes she likes, plus she already has a billion(and got at least 3 for Christmas). So let’s look for something else. Nothing. I can never find anything that gets more then a fake smile and a “That’s nice, dear” from her and I try. I really, really do try. After going through countless shops and having countless mind numbing conversations with various clerks(how hard is it to leave someone alone? If I don’t know what to get the woman what makes you assume that you might?) I remember that she was bitching about some CD before Christmas so lights go on my tiny head and I try to find it. I get lucky, find the bloody thing and jump in the first cab home. Once I get here inspiration strikes me and I decide to check her CD collection…guess what! She had already bought it for herself. Great. So I leave again(and fall twice because our idiotic mayor seems to think that the ice on the streets looks pretty or something) and get back to the store where I beg the clerk to let me exchange the CD(still in the foil, untouched). She finally agrees, I pick something else that I have no idea if she’ll like but, honestly, at this point I don’t quite give a shit and come back home. And now I’m tired, grumpy, broke(and I saw this really cool jazz compilation that I want really, really bad) and can’t go to bed because I have to call my teacher tonight to remind him to write the bloody thing. So at the moment I’m getting drunk(or at least drowning my sorrows in wine) because hey, it’s cocktail hour somewhere. And even if it isn’t, I don’t give a fuck.