The way I look at it, I’ve got two options:
- Be pointlessly pissed off about something that I knew was going to happen, because this is what always happens, and waste valuable time obsessing over it.
- Roll my eyes and move the fuck on. Of course it happened. It will happen again. Accept it or change it.
Honestly though, I’m somewhere between the two. I’m more like: pissed, but too tired to properly give a fuck, so I’m just going to go home and drown myself in booze.
Oh and the people are here inspecting the law firm building, which is pissing me the fuck off as well. Bad timing.
NOT TODAY, SATAN.
