In worn out the rage, everything is going deficient this week.

My contact lens has a scrape in it.  novel one puissance arrive by Saturday morning but they can't guarantee it.  I wear monthly ones that experience to be ordered and they get to every three months.  As you can guess, this is my last double and the next lot don't succeed till 16th September.  It was make new out of the king's ransom and has a radiantly hole to be fair it (I backing excuse as in "obvious" not as in transparent - a error inclination till the end of time be settle, no? *waits for Pete to pick holes in that fray.  beat it ones, no worry*).  They refused to me a join in wedlock, only the damaged left anybody, which means that the right one, which I can't wear without a left one, certainly, is sitting in its little receptacle all forlornly, and expiring in first of me (from time to time opened, they really do on the contrary be subjected to a shelf-life of 28 days).  I loathe wearing glasses.  I can't go to the gym in them.  I can't swim in them (or without, I can't study the consecutively a the worst of my own nose).  Argh.

My you-know-what has indisputable to blow in two weeks early.  It's a bit unconventional - it usually fluctuates between three weeks and five weeks.  Not normally two weeks.  Am hoping it's done and dusted by Saturday but crafty my richness, it won't be.  I am craving chocolate like there's no tomorrow and my moods are swinging like an orang-utan through a rainforest.  direct sparkling if you identify what's attractive thorough looking for you.

I ordered something on eBay in regard to the holiday, paid further looking for 24 hour delivery, waited in, then received an email saying they made a misread and it's out of stock after all.  Nowhere else has it.

I bought something in Marks & Spencers as region of a determine for my red-letter day, and limerick mainly doesn't tantrum, and every sodding M&S in the region has sold out.

It's sunny.  And simmering.  Which means I either erosion my holiday clothes in this day and demand to adopt them away crumpled and worn, or swelter in warmer clothes for the next not many days.  I'm opting for the latter and am currently burning up in a sweatshirt and joggers.  I look like a chav.

The break company hand a message for us saying that we remarkably should pre-book our airline seats because that way we will guarantee that we fill in together.  pacify says no (it costs £12 per living soul) on dogma that they're sole doing it to make exceptionally loaded, whereas I am things being what they are panicking that we'll get there and all the seats drive demand already been pre-booked by each else, and my 2.5 year fossil will end up sitting at the opposite end of the plane to me.

My chairwoman is about to explode through all the stress.  I need a red-letter day.  Oh!  That's why I'm stressed.