i just had one of the worst work days of my entire life. i fucked up, my co-workers fucked up, other people fucked up, and then i almost burnt my place of work down by leaving a boiling pot on the stove for 2 hrs. i should be grateful that things turned out fine, but all i can do is think of how badly things could have gone and how narrowly i missed that worst case scenario.
then i came home and my dog and cat were still thrilled to see me. it actually felt sort of good because i’m so disappointed and frustrated with myself but it’s nice to have these creatures who don’t care that i nearly burned work down. to them, i’ll always be their alpha, no matter what sort of a fucking loser i am. it’s really touching.
i need some fucking sleep.