Saturday: I worked. I'm actually considering writing the words "I quit. -**** ********" in feces on the store manager's desk.
Sunday: Same as Saturday, except I actually had some of my coworker's metamucil in an attempt to produce the turds suitable for smushing and writing.
Monday: Car broke down 45 miles from home. Slept on floor.
Tuesday: Paid 120 fucking dollars to have my car towed those same 45 miles back home. Also paid 50 bux for car repairs.
Today: Found out I'm not gonna pass 292, and thus might be in college a semester after I'm supposed to graduate. Also came to the realization that I AM NOT A NETWORKING PERSON, and that I am simply a programmer who lacks the mathematical chops to ACTUALLY STUDY PROGRAMMING IN COLLEGE. SO MOST OF THE PAST THREE YEARS OF MY LIFE HAVE BEEN FOR NOTHING.