Things that are currently annoying you

my charger has gotten to the point where it works but only barely and every time i see the charge goes down i get anxious but the idea of switching to a new charger makes me anxious too.

 

i changed my charger and i think it's charging now but i'm not sure and it's driving me crazy

 

okay this charger doesn't work either

that or my ipad's charging is busted

 

trying another charger

if this one doesn't work i'll go for desperater measures

 

and that didn't work either

 

also i am annoyed by how fucking emotional i'm getting lately

normally i manage to keep at least a semblance of cool but now i'm getting snappy at people getting in my space and i'm crying over things and i hate it

 

AAAAAATLUUUUUUS

 

or did they cancel/delay something?

 

No, they dropped another Famitsu announcement re: the remake of my favorite game, and decided some of the very important new content they had to showcase was a still image of one of the female party members stripping. There's already been a lot of creepy male gazey fanservice added, but this is super extra blatant.

 

witnessed intensifies

 

Apparently you can't edit anything through the Google Drive app anymore, you have to download the individual editor (docs, sheets, whatev) :T

 

time for a 6 week prolonged panic attack, begins now, throat is like ??? how air

 

Bought the labels for my business project AND THEY'RE THE WRONG DAMN SIZE ARGH

 

Parent A spent the formative years of my life constantly abusing me. Parent B is an extremely ableist and controlling helicopter parent.

I'll survive, though. I have so far.

 

My rat has an abscess and a) it's hot and b) she's wriggly at the best of times, so she does NOT want me to try to hold a hot compress to it even though it will help.

 

The dumpster fire that is currently my email inbox at work. Full of skeletons about things I wasn't even here for.

 

Idk if it's bad management or just bad luck, but it seems like every time I'm scheduled for a long shift in fruit prep I can't get anything done because there's no fucking containers to put anything in. I'm three hours into an eleven-hour shift and I've already done everything I possibly can, including every minute cleaning task I can think of, because the plastic for the things I actually need to make is gone until Thursday.

 

My sister is copying an entire book. I don't know why. I don't know what book. She refuses to say.

And now the printer has jammed.

 

Okay she's officially doing something illegal.

 

i have to see the psychiatrist in the morning and i'm glad but at the same time i can't
be
assed
to put together the timeline he asked me for
or to like... physically go there