#@$*!

Boy, am I in a foul mood. The foulest of foul moods. It's been a long time since I felt this rotten. And I'm not talking about my "lie in bed and listen to Hayden" funks, I'm talking, like, "put on the angriest, loudest, hardest music I own in the hopes that it might act as a catharsis" bad mood.

I screwed up. I put one dark thing in with my whites, thinking it wouldn't be a problem and now all of my white laundry is grey. Now, normally, I'd just brush this sort of thing off as nothing, exept this time it's different for 2 reasons:
1. I did this once before, and promised myself I'd never do it again. I am angry that I didn't learn from my mistake.
2. This particular load contained every light-coloured bra I own. This is, as I think any woman would agree, a really big deal. Because we're not talking, like, a light grey tinge: we're talking charcoal grey for some of them. And bras are expensive, especially here, from what I've seen. And I can't afford shit like this. Man, I am so angry at myself. Ich schaeme mich.