Fuck.

Get up feeling crappy. Oh good, it's that time of the month! I'm not even supposed to have those!

Get dressed.
Make tuna sammich for breakfast. Tuna explodes all over kitchen and me.

Change clothes.
Put on make-up.
Make up explodes all over the bathroom.

Going back to bed. Hungry.

And my psychic midget friend: Died this morning. Goodbye Alexx.