Damn.

One of those days.

Got the last squarecentimeters of free space on the bus,
already late for an appointment with a backpack and a big bag,
standing right by the door so that every time it opens I´m beeing hit
and hit someone else that I have to excuse myself for hitting.

Finally home,but obviously not safe, the handle of my bag gets stuck
on the doorhandle, and making chickensalad for dinner the locking
of the fetacheesepackage is totally stuck.
(Yes, I did try the hotwatertrick, and no - I don´t have PMS!)

I know when these small things grow big on me,
something bigger is seriously wrong. And I know what it is.
Depeche Mode concert tonight. I haven´t got a ticket.
And I´m shure when the subjectline in the spammail is
"69% of the members got laid" - I wasn´t one of them.