It’s only 7:20 a.m., and I already have two complaints.
1. After getting out of the shower about 40 minutes ago, there was a loud clap of thunder that startled me and turned my fingers to sticks of butter, which then spilled most of the contents of a $35 bottle of Moroccan hair oil. I know this is the definition of “first world problems,” but if your hair and credit card bill looked like mine do, you’d be upset too.
2. When I came to this blog to write down the above, dancing in my right sidebar was an ad for Adecco, the company I blame for my year of poverty. Thanks for nothing, you nincompoops. Now get off my blog.