After the Week of Hell, after losing my debit card to fraudsters, I’ve now been informed my date for Tristan’s wedding is … well, no longer able to be my date to Tristan’s wedding.
I shouldn’t be as irritated, I know. The wedding will be a brief and informal affair, and if I’d known how brief and informal odds are good I wouldn’t have arranged a date for it in the first place. But, still. Hell. It never rains but it pours, doesn’t it?
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