The cats woke me up at 4 a.m., I worked for twelve hours on the most idiotic thing ever, and I had to clean up puddles of cat diarrhea and urine that were tracked all over the apartment.
I am filled with frustration and resentment from a variety of sources.
I spend so much time taking care of others. Giving, giving, giving. When is someone going to take care of me?
How was your day?