Un-fucking-titled
I hate the lack of mental faculties. Very early this morning I thought, gee, I should make a route to my Planned Parenthood appointment so I don’t miss it. Then, for some stupid reason, I next thought, eh, it’s a weekday during the day, the bus is sure to run frequently. Then, I of course run late due to my need to watch the VP inauguration despite the fact that I know that it’ll be on YouTube within seconds. Then I take my fucking time getting to the bus stop. Then, after about 45 minutes, I look up the schedule, thinking this time, it couldn’t possibly be once an hour.
It is.
And when is the next bus? When I need to be at my appointment.
Fuck.
I’ve rescheduled for this coming Monday. Dammit I frustrate myself sometimes.

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