Well, fuck

My life is a bowl of cherry pits.

First, I can’t get Mayhem his most-desired birthday present because ThinkGeek and PayPal can’t get along.

Then I discover that the only people on the planet still selling the essential accessory I want for my costume… won’t ship outside of the US and also won’t get back to me.

My attempts to retrieve one from other sources fell flat because nobody’s open on a Sunday 9_9

I can’t even see if the local health food place has English Ivy Extract because they’re shut too.

Best-beloved is off to a week in Sydney without me.

Thanks to Show Week, my work week is stuffed. Mayhem stays with me on Monday and Chaos stays with me on Wednesday. And only one of those two options is a day I have to call in about and I keep forgetting which one.

And to top it all off, two friends had a spectacular break-up which included a freaking bail-out plus cop car. One half of the relationship keeps delivering drama bombs into my in-box which makes me upset and scared to look at my messages for fear of the next emotional nuke.

I’m tired, footsore, depressed and eating my emotions.

The story’s going to take a while because our internet is frelled.