frustration station

Let me count the ways…

  1. Freya kept us up half the night with what boils down to a bunch of nonsense.
  2. I’m exhausted. See #1.
  3. My knee is starting to flare.
  4. My ex didn’t return any of Jackson’s camp stuff to me.
  5. I have to go to court in a bit to babysit my associate (don’t ask) and there’s a fucking Cardinals day game, which means parking is going to be an epic disaster and cost me like $30.