Why is it that, if one thing happens, about fifty have to happen all at once? Why does the universe work like that? In the past few hours, I have nearly passed out because of beer fumes (not what you think, I swear- the car was filled with bottles to bring to the dump, none of which I drank) had tea spilt on me not once but twice (and now have a lovely burn across my *cough cough* nether regions) been chased by an angry cat (what happened to 'girl's best friend'?) and had to wear a uniform that's a size too small because mine was covered in tea.
And it's only 8:30...
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