I failed. I don't want to talk about it, save that it wasn't my driving that was bad, just the fact that I can't judge distances without independent evidence.
Oh, and I just puked up my breakfast.
Bastard's family will arrive in a few hours and I don't want them. I don't want to be polite and happy. I don't want to feign intereest in whatever thing they're talking about, whatever people I've never met that they want to tell me about what they've been doing. I want a dark place and some chocolate, and I'm not allowed either.
There will be no respite.
I suck.
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