This week continues to suck ass.  I can’t remember a week this bad since last December when I had to lock myself in my house for five straight days.  Alas, I don’t have time to do things like that without offending just about every person I know.  Which I’m learning will not be that difficult because the people hate me.  Seriously, they hate me and aren’t being very shy about it.  Been a long time since I had to deal with that, and it’s foreign.  Women… they are teh suck.  Of course boys aren’t all sunshine these days either so I guess I’m left with the cats.  Hey, I walk like an old lady, I might as well get more cats and complete my spinster transformation.  I wish I had a lawn so I could look forward to yelling at anyone who dared get on it.

My back hurts, I can barely move my neck, I’ve had a splitting headache for two days, I still have a fucking sore knee from the fall, and (boys, look away!) I’m having some very annoying plumbing issues (told you so!).  I want to take a handful* of multi-colored pills and sleep until Monday.  I want to forget that I’m lost and alone, that I’m broke and broken, that I can’t seem to get anything to work and I don’t even feel like trying.  I want to block out that I don’t understand you, you don’t understand me, you are making horrible decisions, and that you are in pain through no fault of your own.  You both gang up on me, you are avoiding me, I don’t even know what to do with you, and you are just freaking me out.  Did I leave someone out?  Sorry.

So, if you couldn’t tell, I’m a huge crab ass right now.  You really don’t want to deal with me.  Instead I leave you with my all time, forever and ever, favorite Jon Stewart moment.  You cannot beat this clip, and even from my perch in IHateEverythingville it makes me snort.

The math at the end is literally my favorite thing in the world right now.

*Simmer down, I really do only mean sleep.  I’m not hinting at something sinister.  I’ll be back to normal when everything stops fucking sucking.