Hungover, tired, ratty. Swearing.
The Car: I can't understand people who leave indicators on. Do you not hear it? Do you not see the flashy thing on the dashboard?!
Petrol stations: Evidently those around Swords are all Diesel, and the one that is petrol is 10c more expensive than everywhere else. Risk driving home with the orange light on, yes please.
Work: Why does all the work come in one go? At the end of the day? When I'm already wrecked? Made up the 45 minutes at the end of the day that I took extra in bed this morning, nursing my poor head.
Beautician: Extractions are painful.
So my general tiredness and hungover-ness threw the swearing ban out the window, but I shall start again strong tomorrow.
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