She's A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

I will be 26 in 2 days.

My wallet was stolen on Thanksgiving Eve.

I spent Thanksgiving on the phone with the the credit card company.

I listened to "Jingle Bell Rock" 34 times. I counted.

I cried on the phone to the woman at the bank.

I spent two and a half hours at the DMV. It happened to be the day the ID printer broke.

I cried at the DMV.

I still can't blame anyone for stealing my wallet.

I've cried about that lots of times.

PECO charged me $25 today to change bank accounts. Fuck PECO.

I didn't cry, I was too angry.

We probably won't be getting our house.

I haven't cried about that... yet.

In the last four days; I lost one of my last contacts, I fell down the steps, I spilled wine on my rug not once but 3 times (in one night), I locked myself out of my work laptop by entering my password wrong 3 times, I had a fight with one of my good friends, and all around... it has been utterly and completely shitty.

Happy Birthday to me.