I'm having One of Those Days.
I can't work, because I can't figure out how to unzip stuff from the ftp site that has all the designs and voicetrack that I need to get to work. Oh, and I can't print the script from Adobe Reader.
I can't upload the magnificent photos of me looking like a girl for my anniversary, because the printer that I plug the camera chip into has decided to not work. The other camera that also has photos has mysteriously disappeared from the dining table.
Oh, and I was supposed to psychically figure out that I'd have these problems before the Dear Husband left for work today.
I'm fucking pissed, because there's other stuff That I Can't Talk About going on, too.
I want to run away from home.