This day has been shit. I decided to start printing receipts from eBay and amazon. While things printed, I made the bed. During that I decided I needed to reinforce the books hanging over my sleeping area, at which time Annabelle decided -while I was away from the printer - to investigate the whirring typing machine ejecting pages. That screwed that project, and shethrew a wrench into the day. Then Stella shredded a roll of toilet paper, and Thatch went missing. I also kept dropping or spilling things, and after sitting in the middle of the floor, after looking everywhere, I started yelling yelling fuck fuck fuck at the top of my lungs, and then I started to wail, sobbing uncontrollably.
An hour later Thatch casually strolled out of hiding, and I wish I had a lot of hard liquor here.