Fuck you. Go die.
Yes, this really shouldn't be a huge thing but today it is. I'm in a very crappy mood and the thought of leaving the house by myself and going and doing things made me flail and then it was all for nothing. And so I hate you, smug arse dude in the post office. If you hadn't been three feet taller than me and behind a counter I might have shoved a PostPack up your arse.