Just one o' those days...

Meh... I hate everything. My day started off well enough. I had a little cash, so I went grocery store. They had fantastic prices on meat, also a good thing. I even got a Phat RPG book. Then... the shit started. I got to work and put they me in the dish room... FOR THE FIFTH CONSECUTIVE SHIFT. Not to mention that the kid working next to me was a useless fucking meatwad. Then I got home, fully prepared to write the next in a series of my horrible bullshit papers for my women's studies class. And then what happens? The fucking site I'm supposed to get my assignment from is giving me a fucking 404! meh.