Blarg

I think someone's out to get me this evening. I had an okay day and all, but the second I got home it all went to crap. I think I've dropped the f-bomb more in two hours than I have in like a month or more combined. It didn't help to walk in the door and find that one of my roommates had dumped a bunch of crap on my floor, which I had to put back. There really isn't anything super big to have upset me, but darned if I haven't been seething horribly for the past few. "An enemy has done this."