I picked a helluva day to quit drinking.

This morning, in an attempt to be productive, I threw in a load of laundry. And the washing machine broke. So now I have a load of wet, still dirty, clothes.

Then I zipped up a nice chunk of my skin in my dress while getting ready for work. Hurts like a bitch. (Sorry. But it does.)

And finally, managed to set off the panic alarm on my car while still sitting in it. Got dirty looks from other 7-11 patrons as I fumbled around trying to shut it off.

All this before 7:30 a.m. Oof.