So this has been the worst 12 hours of my life since 2007 when my mother died and I crashed my motorcycle.
I broke up with my girlfriend today, due to my own stupidity and insecurity.
Then I went to the gym, where I ruptured my biceps tendon deadlifting. Guess we can kiss my hopes of winning, or even competing at, nationals in May goodbye.
Then to top it off I had to walk 5km in -20 holding my jacket shut with my good hand with no gloves or hat because my ride left his cell on the table rather than take it to bed and being friday night there are no cabs. I may now have frostbite on my good hand.
The worst part is that this really just tops off an awful few weeks. I'm really starting to hope that maybe tomorrow I look the wrong way and just don't see the bus.
Sorry for the rant.