Walking into my apartment after a long day, finding out I'd left the fridge door open from breakfast this morning is just the cherry on top of today's stress cake.
Apparently it made a puddle on the counter of yesterday's takeout sauce that I thought was clean. Now everything smells like a greasy dumpster and I'm too exhausted to care enough to clean it up properly. Joy.
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