I've had a god awful busy long day. Started with a medical appointment, just got in now after a truly shitty shift at work.
Came home to find that I can't get in my kitchen because my dad's been and started a job I asked him to do. There's just stuff all over and short of moving it all, no change of cooking anything.
Made myself some toast with the last of the bread* and some lemon curd. Just dropped the fucking lot on the floor when I tripped over the dog.
And the fact that my neighbour is playing fucking bastard depressing classic FM 24/7 atm isn't helping my mood any either!
(*Until the morning, when the grocery delivery comes!)
I've give in and ordered pizza!
[Post edited by MNHQ to remove offensive language]