Unduly sad

A day that started out great with crazy huge white snow-flakes and unstoppable energy quickly spiraled down. I got on the wrong train to go to a stupid dermatologist appointment and there is nothing worse than thinking you are a New Yorker and taking the wrong train. No, there is nothing worse, except for having a bizarre rash in your arm-pit that your bizarre, short, probably-Turkish, ancient dermatologist seems perplexed by. Then when I came home my roommate had moved some stuff in my room to use my computer. When I say stuff I mean clothes and when I say moved I mean, threw on the floor. I love him, he can throw my clothes on the floor as much as he wants if he picks them up before I get home.

So I've decided that the solution to my being stressed and freaked out by all this crap is that I need to have sex.