The Smiths

I would fly to Washington on Saturday, but I haven't got a stitch to wear. I've done no laundry for a month and all my clothes smell of poo. And I haven't got any currency. Or travel insurance. Or shoes. And I think I might be a terror threat if I take my walking stick as hand luggage. And I DID phone them and they said I wouldn't be but I don't believe them.

And I know it's only Wednesday but you should SEE the amount of work deadlines I have between now and Friday. Fuck. Seriously.

Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck.