Today was supposed to be a good day.

Wake up, watch TV a bit, hang out with friends, come home and chill out a bit.

Somehow, it ended up being this: wake up late, sit around feeling groggy for a couple hours, go for a joyless 2 1/2 hour romp through the mall, and come home and lie down for a while. And then watch some TV.

And somewhere in that process, begin to hate one of your closest friends since the eighth grade. Because you’re tired of his shit.