Disconnect Day

[beetiger]

9:00 am:
Discover that not only is the item I made for a swap strangely gone missing, the materials I'd need to make another one have also gone missing.

1:20 pm : Do not successfully meet with friend in park for playdate/trading money for shirt I made for her.

2:00 pm: Do not sucessfully connect with owner of new playspace being built, who told me to stop by between one and three; door is locked.

3:00 pm: Find "We missed you" signature sheet for package I've been waiting on all day in mailbox.

Wah.

Comments

[allessindra.livejournal.com]

I absofuckinglutely HATE days like that. Invariably, they happen on the day when my hormonal cycle has me ready to explode at the drop of a hint.

You have all my condolences.