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"Life, Don't Talk To Me About Life"

This past week sucked:
1. I yelled at someone I shouldn't have yelled at.
2. Cried over #1.
3. Messed up in front of someone I've been trying to impress.
4. Got charged for validated parking (this should be illegal).
5. My boss' car was broken into (I'm appropriating other's problems).
6. Got an eye infection from #2 (now wearing glasses and taking steroid/antibiotic drops).
7. Fell up a case of stairs due to #6 and scraped up my hand.
8. Found out that my brakes are bad and had to spend three hours at the mechanics not for them to fix it, but for them to tell me that my brakes are bad.

Funny In Spite Of It All:
1. Getting taken out to lunch by my boss' boss for messing up.
2. Having a co-worker tell me that she doesn't like my glasses because, "You have such beautiful eyes and the glasses make them look weird and sleepy."
3. Horrifying a friend by insisting on cleaning my scraped hand with Scope (the only antiseptic that she owns and minty fresh besides).
4. Lysoling everything at work only to find out that my eye infection is not contagious.
5. Startling the mechanic working on my car by contributing, "because the rotors are unevenly worn," while he was still explaining what a rotor is and working up to the necessity of rotating them.
6. My slight lack of prioperception recently. I think I have a brain tumor. 

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