today is going *poorly*
running late.
in clumsy oaf mode, I’ve broken the door, because I lost my temper when the keypad didn’t work for the umpty-umpth time, and smacked (I only smack inanimate objects) it, putting a hand-shaped dent in the cheap, hollow plywood piece of crap they call a door.
I just went to kevin’s office, and told him to let me know how much a replacement cheap, hollow plywood piece of crap they call an excuse for a door will be.
