Okay, so, yesterday? WORST. DAY. EVER.
Right. I was washing the dishes when a glass slipped out of my hands and into the sink. I fished it out of the water, and - BEHOLD! It had cracked.
"Bollocks," I said, because I'm English and therefore that's what I say when I'm mildly pissed off.
"FuckfuckfuckJESUSCHRIST," I added, when I plunged my hands back into the water only to find that a DIFFERENT glass had shattered into a billion pieces, one of which was now busily slicing up my finger OH GOD WHY.
That would be bad enough, but I really don't do well when confronted with blood. Cue me reeling backwards in nauseated terror, tripping over and