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The fucking dog, in addition to having made by bed her personal toilet twice now, destroyed my bath puff.

Why does this have me particualrly incensed?

Well, it has not been the best of days. I'm tired, to start with. I was hoping to get off work at a decent hour and then nap so I could do something fun toniht with people who are in town, i.e Julie and Steve, since I am not working.

I had to run ewrrands to get student loan stuff done, though, and ordewr my uniform for Lisa's (basically, hospital scrubs. meh), which ment wading through ever fricking bit of road construction in the city on the way to Sears and home. I also told mom I would takle her for ice cream if she ran this errand for me, so I did that, and by the time I got home it was well after five. And nby that point, I had nearly reached the end of HPATOOTP, so I took the whole half hour to finish it.

I laid down to nap around 6, and Joel called, saying he was going to drop by with mail and a t-shirt I had left at his house. Then I fell asleep, and woke up however longer when he came by. I was too tired to be social, already, and received instant depression on scanning the first line of the mail I received... Canada customs and revenues wants to audit me because my tuition claim from last year was so high. I had tyo send them a form I don't have and have no idea how to get, signed and properly completed, from England, in less than 30 days.

I sent Joel away. I wanted to rest. So I did, but nowe I couldn't sleep at all for all the hateful, and horrible things in my head concerning taxes and so on.

I can;t even go on. I am so tired, but I can't sleep. I can't call them, of course, their office is closed. I wanted to be social this evening but I fear I am so tired and surly I'll be nothing but a drag. But tomorrow I have game, assuming Hazel deigns to show up (She is huffy because our GM missed a session with no notice. Yeah, that was dumb, but is that really a reason to not show up if you actually want to keep playing? And if you don't, then say so, and don't 'punish' the rest of us with wasted evenings). Which means no chance to play tomorrow (which is possibly also why Sas is annoyed. She doens't trust Bart to show up, now, and doesn't want to waste *her* time, although I have gurantees that we are on). Thursday I am supposed to do stuff with Joel (maybe... ha!), amnd then friday I work in the evening, and Satrday they are gone, and I workl in the evening, and Sunday they are leaving, I think.

So, tonight or nothing for me.

And on top of it all, I am 'allergic' to being tired and my nose has been runny all day and my eyes are watery and the fact that this stupid tax stuff has me (yes *me*, crying) in stressed out, over-tired tears is not making things better.

I am going to go try to nap/wallow in my own misery again until maybe something happens.

I'm sure Joel will be upset to see that I never mentionned any of this to him, especially when it really first hit when he was standing right there. I can't do anything about it. He can;t do anything about it, there is no sense in anything.