Today has been one of those days where absolutely everything has made me increasingly more miserable and angry and nothing, not even the tiniest, trivial things are going right. Exception being seeing Mad Max. That was it. Literally it. I've derived no pleasure for anything else, not even something as simple as eating and playing vidya, and instead simply exasperated my frustration. Eat some tasty food? Oh wait my digestive system is fucked, and today is bloat-up-and-cramp-over-everything day. Dress up to go see the movie? Sorry, washingmachine decided to poorly wash everything because hey fuck you. Let's settle on some vidya then? Nope, worst multiplayer rounds imaginable and always on the losing team in obnoxiously broken one sided rounds, while my spontaneously busted desk chair now has a pressure leak and slowly sinks downwards as I sit on it. It's hot, because summer is a cunt bullshit month and season, and my air conditioner is broken. And of course my balcony is coated in a dust from the cunting labourers working on the balcony above.
Today the most optimistic outlook I can have is wanting to quit my job and drown myself and be done with everything. Bedtime because fuck living.