This week sucks.

So when it rains, it pours.

I don't know what it is about this semester, but there seems to be a lot of things set up to just stress me out. It's not a huge problem normally -- there is work to do, and I do it. When something comes up, I adjust my schedule to get it done. Sometimes it's difficult, but usually it's annoying at best. 

But then things happen like getting a $90 ticket because my parking permit was "displayed incorrectly" (which it wasn't). So I had to take the ticket to the parking office. Then they tell me that my permit didn't have a hole punched in it where it needed one because when they gave it to me, the person apparently didn't know how to do their job. So I had to wake up at 6:30 am this morning to get my car, take it to the parking place, give them my permit, have them punch a hole in it, then take it back. Thankfully, they excused the fine. 

But still. That pointless activity took collectively two hours of my life that I will never get back, where I could have been working on something or sleeping or fighting dragons, or whatever. 

Then, we're planning on going camping this weekend, and my friend who is going with us just decides to bail. We've been planning this for something like three weeks. He says he wants to go home because he's "stressed," which is real suspicious because I've never known him to think of home as a stress reliever. And he really enjoys camping. And he had his excuse face on when he was talking about it. And he's lied to me for stupid reasons in the past. My theory is that he double-booked with someone else recently and is trying to get out of this without sounding like an asshole. 

Maybe I'm just being sensitive. 

But he sure seems like an asshole right now. 

It shouldn't be that big of a deal, but at the moment it's the straw that breaks the camel's back. 

BUUUUUUH. 

The sooner this week is over, the sooner I can go into the forest and sit around a campfire. With just my sister and her boyfriend. Since, you know, my other friend decided to be a douche at the last minute. 

But it'll be relaxing regardless.

I'm not normally this bitter, I swear.