Got up too early for an afternoon race. Threw up my breakfast. Finally got my car back from getting the heater worked on. Heater doesn’t work. Pulled out of my race after one lap. Had meltdown. Came home to decorate tree. Phone decided to stop living. Drove to Verizon. Got hit by a car in the parking lot.
The only thing I have to do tomorrow is actually FINISH my race. All other expectations will have to fuck off.