This day started bad and just got progressively worse.
I went to Arby's to order my food and didn't get what I ordered because I ordered it at the window because the drive-thru box was down. I was like, I didn't get my drink (I ordered a combo). She's, "I didn't know you wanted one." I'm, "It's fine." Ready to drive off but she's like I can just give it to you. Ok.. so whatev. BUT I go to grab the drink about 3 mins later and the top isn't firmly on and I spill it all over me. GOOD THING I'M WEARING DARK JEANS AND ALL BLACK!!!
I'm like, "THIS WILL NOT!!! DETERMINE THE REST OF MY DAY!!" Oh. But it did. Work was horrid. I went to church and felt better for a few minutes. Then I got home and was in a bad mood all over again. My line sister calmed me down a bit both times but still. May or may not be going to homecoming even though I have a ticket. Don't ask me. I really, really don't want to talk about it. Unless your name is X, La, V, Stace or Wise. Sorry.