You know those days?
The ones where you wake up early with every intent on working hard all day, but you end up eating potato chips for breakfast because no one ever goes shopping, and when you take a shower you realize the new shampoo you bought isn't really shampoo, but leave-in "creme" to make your hair nice and shiny, but only after it's been properly washed, but you deal with your dirty hair and try to phone a friend to see what time you're going to a concert tomorrow, but then you can't remember what day it is, and you freak out and think maybe the concert is today, and crap, you haven't done all the things you need to do, but then you realize it's the 30th, not the 31st, so you go see your friend at work meaning just to make quick arrangements of who's driving who, but end up spending 45 minutes waiting for her to go on her lunch break, and you walk by the the hair salon and remember you need real shampoo, so you drop $18 bucks on one that smells nice because your friend convinces you its a good idea, then goes back to work, so you go home and try to work on your college essay (which, by the way is due tomorrow), but the damn computer crashes and you spend an hour screaming and pleading and cursing and trying to get it to come on so you can at least get your files off it before it crashes for good because you haven't saved them anywhere else, and in the middle of it all your boyfriend calls and wants to know when you can come and pick him up, and your friend shows up at your house, and you would like to go out and have a nice relaxing dinner with your friends, but no one can decide anything, and in the mean time, your friends boyfriend keeps calling to ask where the hell you are, so you leave with no plans, but have to get gas first, so he freaks out even more, and you go to pick him up, thinking you're going to go out somewhere nice to eat, but then everyone decides that no, they don't want to drive all that way, even though you're the one that's driving, an you're the one who's paying for gas, so you end up eating at the god-awful burger joint in town, and you drive around aimlessly for several hours because your friends' boyfriend doesn't have to be home until 9:30, and when you finally get home and start to crawl into bed, you find no less than 9 books, a stick of deodorant, a cat, and an empty bag of Hint of Lime Tostitos in your sheets, and you're just damn tired.
I hate those days. They suck.