I’m frustrated.

I’m bloated from my lentil-based Indian-food lunch and the few sips of Rockstar that I’ve had, my new cute, new silver tennis shoes from Endless.com hurt my heel and the other ones didn’t fit, I’m getting no useful help at work from our supposed CTO setting up things that are his job in the first place, my co-worker is off in his own world and I have to answer all of the support calls, and my boss thinks any little thing that goes wrong is our fault.

I’m really, really frustrated.