Meh.

So this morning (well, I woke up at 1 PM, but it was morning for me, so) I was all depressed. Then as the afternoon wore on I began to cheer up, began to believe the old chestnut that life really isn't bad at all.

Then the car proceeded to die yet again, only a week after we yet again got it back from the fix-it place, thus curtailing our weekly grocery shopping and meaning that we won't be able to properly groceryshop until who knows when.

Then I cut my finger open on a washing machine. And I can't find the neosporin so it's now itching like crazy.

And I have about seventeen more trips to make two floors down and back up again, for laundry purposes, and I hate going back and forth like that because the stairs spin around and make me DIZZY AND HEADACHEY.

So, yeah. Life doesn't suck, eh? See what happens when you start buying into that, self? Now, let this be a lesson. ...not that you ever have before.