You know, one of those days when you get up knowing the day is just going to be wrong.
Firstly, the net is being a big, fat, stinky, whore. Being moody, essentially, and I though only I was allowed to do that. So I call up customer care to complain, and the guy who comes to settle it cannot be less than 70 years old. And, see, I'm the last person to be judgemental, but, he was asking for it. So I blasted him, not him, him, but the entire team and for the inconvenience over this week (what? it has been sucky)

And, also, for some reason, I've developed a massive ego. Plus, I have four days of doing absolutely nothing. I love the free time, and everything, but there's a limit to how much i can read and watch mindless sitcoms on tv. And finally, I thought I had things figured out, and they are fairly under control, just a reality check in the morning has worked for me: made me more piss-y.

Great, I sound like a mindless bimbo.

Well, on the bright side, I got a haircut. Err, not so much a compensation, really.