Long drive in- apparently people think clear skies means 'let us park on the freeway'.
Whole lot of shit to do in the office, all of which was finicky bullshit.
Had a row with someone I care about a lot because I felt like the statement 'I'm working, I don't have time to chat' didn't get through.
Discovered, around an hour before I left, that one of the tools in question isn't doing what it should. Reported this, got essentially 'oh hey I'm going home now'. Finally said 'fuck it' myself and left.
Grinding commute home.
Got to buy gasoline on the way home, had my ATM card rejected by the pump, had to go drive off and find an atm.
Got home, and broke one of the cordials that I bought 3 months ago.
What the fuck ever. I need a goddamned vacation from life.