I didn't enjoy yesterday and it didn't enjoy me

I never thought I was the kind of person to break down crying in a public parking lot, but I guess I am.

Yesterday started AWESOME. I slept in until 10am and then ordered breakfast using UberEats. I got smashed avo on rye bread but stole all of my boyfriend's bacon because I'm that bitch.

I went for a run because I hated myself for eating bacon but it was 40 degrees and 1pm, so that was a bad idea. I nearly collapsed in a bush and tried to drink my own sweat for some form of relief. From this point on the day went to shit. I had a nap when I got home but my house was a stove and I was a potato gem getting cooked.

When I awoke, a mega-storm decided to hit and I was home alone. Usually, I don't get dramatic with storms, I find them peaceful but this one was a beast of its own, making me I hide under my dining room table for 45 minutes with my dog.

I needed to do Christmas shopping (I hate the shops at this time of the year. It gives my anxiety, anxiety) but once the storm passed, I annoyingly went to the shops, cursing the people I love for existing.

Long story short, I left my wallet at home and I couldn't find my car in the parking lot for over an hour and as I was walking to the head office of the shopping centre to report my whole fucking life missing, I decided to go back for one last look. At this point, I was crying and talking to myself and not a single person seemed to care or notice for that matter. I guess that's Christmas shopping for you. I finally found my car and could have had sex with it, I was that relieved.

I couldn't be fucked driving back to the shops once I got home and spotted my wallet chilling out on the couch with a magazine next to it. What a cocky bastard, it obviously didn't want to do Xmas shopping either and had more appealing plans. It could have at least invited me.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the power was out from the serve weather. I had dry two-minute noodles for dinner and a glass of wine in complete dark because I had no matches to light my 50 million candles and my phone was out of charge.

The power was out for twenty hours and only just come back on. I'm not sure if all the meats and cheeses I purchased for Christmas dinner are fucked too.

I'll tell ya what though, I have a new appreciation for electricity.

Tonight I'm going to sleep with my fan on and eat a hot meal and love my life.