I Hate The Post Office

I have no water this afternoon as the post office is full of imbeciles. They couldn't handle a simple thing like delivering a water bill. So now I have no water. Bastards. I'm thirsty. I wanted to take a shower. I have dishes to wash. I just had a class about foodborn illnesses and what happens when people aren't hygienic. And I have no water.

Stoopid post office. We've been having a war since my parents went to Arizona. I've tried to be nice, you know, writing polite little letters "Please forward Bubba and Trisha's mail to Arizona and only deliver SuperKate's mail here." That didn't work very well, although it did mean that there was a sticker placed in my mail box that said in red letters "Mail for SuperKate only until 5/01". But still, the mixups continue. I shall have to resort to not-so-idle threats, I suppose. Like, "Cease and desist or I shall defecate in your car."

Aren't ceasing and desisting the same thing?

Eh... I dunno... Who cares. I have to go to a meeting at the Career Services Office now. Then I'm going to shoot myself. After that, I've got an Italian language meet-up group. So far only one other person is signed up to go. Hopefully he won't show up with a bottle of prosecco and tell me how good my accent it. We all know how that ends up...

Anyway...