state of the merde

1. i can't iron my interview clothes because Bob & Rox's iron doesn't appear to be capable of temperatures between "cold" and "really, really hot". instead, i'm washing less optimal clothes, which means i'll be up late because i didn't get started on this at a reasonable hour because i was cooking dinner which took way too long because i was spitting mad because...
   
   
2. my insurance company is still trying to fuck me over. if i've got any juice left after my interview, i'll be calling the local legal aid people to ask them to draft a threatening letter for me.
   
   
3. iceberg horked.
   
   
4. i have, unsurprisingly, a fucking headache.

tomorrow night: The Third Man on the big screen, assuming i survive till then.

quote and only man is vile unquote

i fucking hate that i live in a world where things like this happen, but Paris Hilton's DUI arrest is the bigger headline. people are so fucking disgusting.