If you heard an "ARGGGGGGGHHH"

...earlier this afternoon, that was just me when for the third time (three times out of four now) that I was supposed to see this person for an appointment, I was told when I got there that the person would not be able to make it.

Can I quit now?

Can you spare bus fare so I can go the next time I'm gulliblehopeful enough to go to a scheduled appointment? I'm fresh out. Well, almost--I have enough money to get there again, but I wouldn't be able to get back home.

Home? That's a painful word right now. Still getting nowhere when it comes to finding a home.

And don't get me started about the latest bureaucratic foulup. Just... argh.

The AOL free trial runs out soon. You may not be hearing from me at all next week.

Hi there. This is my life and it is not meeting my needs. Where shall I go for an exchange or a refund?

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The part where you cry so long that you develop a dehydration headache really isn't very much fun.

Self-pity has an evil way of seeming like the only possible reaction. It certainly feels like a valid one. Obviously, there are plenty of reasons for me to be upset--an exhaustive list will not be forthcoming, though I did consider it earlier in the evening. Still, I'd be better off if I could calm down and drink lots of fluids.

Gah. Tomorrow is another day (assuming the world continues not to have the decency to end before then).