I don't get out all that much and tonight was one of those nights I was going to meet up with some local TG girls. I had everything planned out to get ready at home then get in the car and go to our event but my kid called and said I'm coming home now which wasn't planned. So I was 3/4 dressed and started getting stressed to finish and get out the door but there wasn't enough time so I cleaned up, put everything back in my gym bags, opened the garage door and pitched them hard into the walls then said to myself one day I'll die and not have to deal with this shit.
I don't wish to die but I hate this curse.