OH MY LORD.

Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to kill yourself?

Today is one of those days. If you don't care for a rant you might just feel like skipping this one.

First, what is likely the only pharmacy in this world that doesn't take insurance? The only one retarded enough to serve ASU, of course. Doesn't take ANY kind of insurance, so I have to go waste a lunch hour tomorrow walking to fucking Safeway to get my goddamn prescription filled (which, by the way, took an immense and disgusting amount of effort - and I didn't even get the one I really need, because apparently in order to be a university employee you have to have an IQ in the single digits). Thanks for not telling me about that before you filled the fucking prescription, asshole.

I've been back and forth to student health services literally five times in the past week. And rather than just give me the medication I've been using without a problem for years, they demand bloodwork, mental screening and an EKG before they'll give it to me. I understand it's a controlled substance, but for the love of God, I've been cleared by a fucking doctor already, and at least he had the skill to open up his own damn practice (rather than waste his life making college students jump through hoops). AGH.

And so I get back to my dorm - missed lunch today just trying to get this prescription, mind you - and figure I'll do some laundry.

But, no, God forbid something as simple as that should go without a hitch. I check the machines, three are already running, so I figure there's no issues with the stupid thing, right?

Wrong. I put in my clothes, put the soap on, turn around to use the panel thing on the wall to pay for my laundry and I see the words "LAUNDRY CLOSED".

...wait. What? Laundry closed? Not fucking out of order, all the machines work, because two of them are on and running right behind me. When one breaks, you can still pay to use it (because everything in this place works so perfectly, right?). No. The machine decided to turn itself off for no reason and I am stuck with no clean clothes.

Needless to say, I hate this place more than usual today.