My cats are seriously fighting, with biting. The last gift vouchers my old friends gave me expire this week. The online business demands a fucking fax coz they can't find my payment. S staid home fucking four days this week because he overheard all the docs appointments I ought to have taken, and I fucked up a talk about it and he glows selfrighteously (via sheboss being a heathen thief) at my expense.
The bump on my forehead will stay forever. If I don't want to remain elephant person the rest of my "life", I will actually have to get a cosmetic operation. After decades of me condemning and hating all such stuff, even WHILE saying I will do one as a last resort, I will seriously have to have one. Even though the docs think with my face, it isn't worth just removing that lump.
But none of this can excuse me just having eaten the whole 11 Euros worth of chocolate.