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I am having a horrible day. A piece I spent hours writing was eaten by a hiccup of the internet. Now I have to try and recreate it before the due date time this afternoon. Freaking FedEx won't deliver my bank card. They were here at 7:30am this morning! I'm not waiting by the door at 7:30 and we don't have a doorbell. WTF? I've called and begged them to attempt to redeliver. But that means I'm stuck at home, waiting when I really need to be going to the gym and getting groceries. This day is fired.

mild rage

A girl, maybe twenty or twenty too, pretty, possibly Korean, wearing a short sleeved blouse and driving an old model Honda Civic with a recent and inexpert red paint job. Why she needed to block two lanes of traffic with her exceptionally bad driving, I have no idea. Why so many people in the grocery store, especially mothers with those enormous carts shaped like cars talking in nonsensical sing-song voices to their children, felt the need to block off entire aisles.

Though FedEx managed to bring my card, while I was at the grocery store, I missed UPS.