+Wow. I drive around all over town getting cranky because we need bread and all the shops are closed, the one shop that is open doesn't take cc, and I'm all

*grumble grumble moan swear etc*
Then realize hey, today is meant to be commemorating Jesus dying for my worthless piece of soul and all I can do is complain that I can't find a shop to buy bread. Yeah, so I slept for three hours straight in the middle of the day because I'm lethargic and depressed. At least I wasn't getting stabbed and humiliated and kicked and spat at and nailed to an effin cross.
Naturally, this makes me even more angry and depressed. WTF is wrong with me. I feel like such a piece of crap.