Let's get them out and then breathe and siiiiiiigh.
Earlier I had EXTREME excitement about seeing The National. Then I had to log into work to search for stuff for an industrial tribunal for 2.5 hours which pretty much pissed all over that joy; OH NOES YOU ARE SUCH A MARTYR I hear you say - don't worry folks, I get paid in 15 minute chunks, and I'm leaving work at midday on Friday so it'll sort of make up the money. However, I haven't bloody eaten and now I'm in a bad mood and have nothing to wear tomorrow night because it's all still sitting in the washing machine soaking wet.
Bloody rollie ash just burnt my finger. It REALLY hurt. Added to that I have what looks like a punch warwound on my knuckle but is actually from cleaning, so I can't even pretend it's from toughness.
Your pathetic woes please.