Today began with a heap of shit.
My partner's car refused to start. We thought it was the battery. It took me 10 minutes to find the cables that were supposed to be in the trunk of my car. Jumping did nothing, but the battery on my car was heavily corroded. I let my partner take my car, and I took the company vehicle to work.
At work, I spilled coffee on my papers. Twice. And I drink out of tall, 20 oz. cups. My office smells lovely, but the papers on my desk are fucking destroyed.
Went back home to work from there because fuck you world and fuck you lack of dexterity this morning. Tried to jump the partner's car with my company car, but no luck. Went to get a new battery, installed it, and -- fucking nothing. And this is a fucking Nissan Rogue, where the spark plugs are buried so deep in the engine that Ron Jeremy could fuck the shit out of it without getting his dick burned.
In frustration, I just cranked the motherfucking key in ignition and --
VROOM.
The car starts up. Like, for no fucking reason. Maybe it was the battery? Maybe not. Or maybe, just maybe, the fucking world decided to bang me in the ass for having the luck to come out on top of a House Valardin jousting tourney.
Ah well, this is me now.
