Today, I had to leave the office in the middle of the morning to go tend to three dead pixels on my personal laptop, caused by a jerk of a fly who smacked into the screen the exact minute my warranty expired. You can't make this stuff up.
Can't sleep, which happens once every ten years. I really don't know what to do with myself.
*tiny sigh*
So far, I've eaten about 600 pretzel chips with 40 bottles of Snapple peach iced tea. All while watching Mad Men on Netflix. (Maybe I can't sleep because of ALL THE CHEATING. GOODNESS GRACIOUS.)