The Fucked Up Day

Some of you reading this may perceive this entry as whining.. and that is exactly what it is... today was a fucked up day... at first, i was drawn in unsuspecting, by the seemingly harmless facade of the day.. then i was fucked over for letting my guard down... it started during prac... prac was completely useless and i was so damn sick of looking at dead bodies... not sick sick but bored sick.. so i spent 3 hours just prodding around aimlessly... after an arduous 3 hours of standing around, i came home and realized i forgot to clear the trash and my apartment smelt of garbage... anyway.. i cleared the trash and went upstairs to do some final editing of my essay.. which is when i scratched my left hand on the edge of my table.. the cut was damn deep.. it only looks like a small scuff now cause it has been doused repeatedly in cold water to reduce the blood flow to the area.. anyway... i decided to go buy some dinner... i went to a chinese restaurant downstairs and bought some black pepper beef noodles.. but the chef must have gone mad with the black pepper cause the entire thing tasted like a bowl of chilli padi... anyway i forced half of the stuff down my throat for the sake of nutrition and went back to my essay.. an hour later.. my laundry that i had put in earlier was done and i went to put it into the dryer.. which is when i got my finger on my right gashed by some fucking metal thing inside the dryer... what are the chances of cutting yourself on a household items, let alone two times in two hours??? anyway... i have decided to stop everything to avert further disaster, and on kenneths advice, sleep my irritation off... and my hands still smell of whatever chemical they use to preserve bodies, which is disgusting... some days, u are just fucked...



-Luke