I totally should have known my day was gonna suck bananas. I woke up at 2 am, and stayed up, like a bespectacled owl – literally – unable to sleep.
And I still managed to run late.
Got tanned running around like a headless chicken trying to overtake Usain Bolt (ha) in the sun, the heat so intense you could have toasted waffles on my skin.
Then I’d to go meet the head of the surgery department, who happens to be nearly as nice as Professor Umbridge. The guy very sweetly screwed my happiness, carefully mentioning twice that I would always be a craptastic doctor. Awh. How adorable of him!
As if that wasn’t enough, I got attacked by an overly attached “friend” of mine, who wants to always keep hanging out, despite my insistence that I would really, really much rather spend some quality alone time.
(High time I paid attention to myself.)
And I ended up eating too many chicken kebabs. When I’m on a diet. God help me.
How do you deal with days like these?