I'm having a horrible, horrible day. First off, didn't sleep a wink. My fault, really, for having this stupid idea that insomniacs can't sleep. Then I go into the bathroom, no freaking pads, so I have to stop what I'm doing and go get them from second storage. Then I breathe this great big sigh of relief because I have my pads and everything's right, right? Wrong. First pad I open, sticky on both sides. Second pad, same thing. Third, same thing. Fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh. I checked in four packages, all defective.
And guess what? It's fucking Christmas!
I hate Christmas. I fucking hate it. If it wasn't the damn holidays, I wouldn't have adhesive paper sticking to me, down there. It's actually tough competition to being lonely and miserable, but I think turning into a bitter old crone still wins. Hell, at least there's something on this planet that doesn't want to let me go. 😂
