A spot of rage for the new year

I’m supposed to be starting the year with a positive outlook.

Hmph.

Ernie’s not feeling too well. I did a quick Instacart order to get a few things for him. It never showed up despite being marked as delivered.

I will grant you that our house isn’t the easiest to find but I have DETAILED directions in the notes. Does anyone ever read them? NOOOO and it ENRAGES me.

So, somewhere in Champaign is a sweet innocent little order of Pepto-Bismol, gingersnaps and a probiotic looking for a home.

I feel an inappropriate level of rage toward this Instacart driver. Did they text me? Did they call me?

I reported it missing. The help chat refunded it and gave me a $10 credit although that’s not showing up in my account.

More rage.

In the meantime I asked Leo to drive Ernie to the dispensary. Ernie’s the only one with the medical license and it does make it a lot cheaper but he was too weak to drive so Leo took him. Now they’re going to the store. I told Ernie if he goes in he HAS to take Leo with him. I think he wanted to argue but I said, “You’re WEAK.” He agreed and said Leo will go with him.

I hate this fucking shit. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

Quick. Think of something good, Cynthia.

Ok.

Owen’s going to turn 21 in two days.

This guy.

Ok, onward.