I did’t sleep well last night. Perhaps it was stress, or maybe too much coffee. Either way I slept way too light. As that wasn’t enough, I drove with my borrowed rickety car and entered a traffic jam. My own car was at the garage. Meanwhile I was at work and got a comment of my employer that I didnt have enough clients this week. As if it is my fault since the waiting list was almost empty....and above all that, my father picked op the car (because I was at work) which still doesn’t seem to work properly, in my opinion dangerous to drive again so I filed a formal complaint to the garage who screwed up my car 2 weeks ago. And ABOVE THAT, my dad was very sad when I came home, which I rarely see in him and it made me sad too. He is the best dad I could ever have and it breaks my frozen heart to see him that way.