Okay, so it all starts as I'm driving into uni, in rush hour traffic, and get cut off my a few people because they don't understand how to merge like a fucking zip and try to cut in front, I mean we're all in the same traffic jam just be patient. Then I get cut of by some wanker cutting lanes thinking he'll move forward faster, and he has the nerve to abuse me as if I was in the wrong (I bet you're getting the picture that I suffer from road rage).
Then this girl I'm doing part of my marketing assignment with doesn't show up for our meeting, and she has my book which, when finished, is worth 40% of my grade, and I'm missing one part because of bad scheduling with my last partner.
And then at work tonight I got so pissed at the assholes who sit around doing nothing when there's plenty of things to be done, and then when I ask them to do them they don't. I hate playing the "I'm the manager" card, but tonight I did so much that I got even more stressed and pissed. I was so close to walking off the job today, but I need to keep it until I can find something else.
But then my friend decided that before we go clubbing tomorrow night, we're going to get totally fucked off our faces and party like there's not tomorrow!!!