Well, I broke the bottom button of my favourite jacket.
This always happens to me. And then I bought an italian soda at the cafe across the street from the dentist's, and the soda was so cold, and so sugary, that it fucking hurt when I sucked it through the straw. I dropped a quarter down into the gutter when I was running for the bus. I needed that quarter. Without it, I only had 75 cents, and that isn't enough to do anything or go anywhere. Not anymore. My dad remembers when cigarettes cost 50 cents though. Now they're nine dollars in the city. Fucking ridiculous.
And a teenaged boy called me a dyke as we passed each other on the sidewalk. I knew flannel was a terrible idea with this haircut.