Needed to run out quickly this morning to get a money order to pay the interest on a loan that should have been paid off but fuckholes gonna fuckhole; narrowly missed the torrential downpour by the skin of my timing's teeth. The torrential downpour that did nothing but ratchet the humidity up higher on this hottest day of the week.

But never got my long-hoped-for-over-weeks-of-schedule-fuckery trip to the library because I'm called in to work tonight after all so I had to run the errand and scurry home to do laundry after getting a few quick things for work.

But I can't complain either because fucking hell in a cell it's because my coworker's mother died. He was off for a week getting their place put in his name and I suspect she was just hanging on long enough for him.

It doesn't matter that he knew it was coming, it still sucks. It all sucks.

I hate the world and everything in it and I'm so tired.