azurelunatic | And yeah.

I'd been counting on a hot tub soak to make everything magically better. This did not happen. So I stormed back to the apartment, thinking wistfully of cutting, but deciding against it. Was unfortunately somewhat rude to the guy with the little weiner dog with the big balls that shits all over the place and he doesn't clean it up. He asked something about how the hot tub was; I said "Whatever," and closed and latched the glass door behind me, came into my room, and fell over sobbing.

Was somewhat unable to speak for the next five to ten minutes. Still feeling grumpy.