The only thing to not go wrong this week is that when my car ran out of gas on the highway it was as I was pulling into the gas station and I was able to coast my way to the pump. I almost got hit by only two cars too, so that’s a plus.
Why was I on the highway with this fucking cold that feels like Jesus is fucking my thoracic cavity over and over and over and over? Oh, just to, you know, get medicine for the double conjunctivitus I woke up with this morning.
FML, indeed.
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