Lack of sleep, overnapping, no dinner, got pangsehed (on hindsight, wasn't exactly your fault that you wanna do more work since you had more time suddenly; just angry at the "suddenly"), recalled the wrong training time, huge load of laundry which I missed collecting cos of the change in schedule, and most irritatingly, my contact lens refused to cooperate when I'm time-crunched.
So Brandon got fucked for the laundry, Ms Blur got fucked for pangsehing me, and Samuel got fucked for being at the right place at the wrong time, and most importantly, I self-fucked myself for the most of it and felt so terrible through the whole episode. Fucking insomnia, fucking bad temper. Fucking Jason.
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I hope I've reached my quota of explosion this life and it won't happen again (which I highly doubt so) but I'm really glad we can joke about it later on and thanks everyone for your understanding and forgiveness. Once again, I apologize.
