Quite possibly the worst week ever is finally over. It got so bad that I'm a little afraid to leave my apartment...the only thing that hasn't happened this week is an airplane falling out of the sky and landing on my head.

Between being scolded for talking to coworkers (even if it's about a work related subject), being instructed to not wear pants the same color as jeans (but actually weren't), a flat tire, a sore throat (I can barely talk enough to vent about my shitty week), a threatening letter from our landlord chastising us for feeding stray cats (that have been on his property longer than we have), and our groceries being confiscated at the grocery store for attempting to write a check without a store value card, I don't know what'll happen next. I think all I have to look forward to this weekend is two days of rain and feeling like I'm sitting in a cold, damp basement.

The only thing I can do is lock the door and take a deep breath. And maybe write an angry letter to the grocery store, because that's bullshit. I've written tons of checks there without a card, and have always left with my gallon of milk and can of soup. I guess the universe just hates me this week.


Oh, and one more thing: I tried to buy a water out of the vending machine at work today, but it was sold out. So I bought a Coke instead...and when I opened it, it was completely flat. $1.25, gone forever.

Next week will be better - it has to be. Unless that's the week my apartment burns down and my car explodes.