Nobody Panic Except Me

Two little pills. In the entirety of the day, my goal is to not forget medicines. Failing that, the post office is a suck experience. Never have any forms visible an official is not required to see. Because baby rabbits will have to be sacrificed to the gods of happiness to regulate the ire brought about in that situation.

Completing the proper sacrifices and shelling out the proper monies led me to return home, where my failure was noted. And coffee was drunk. Not to really fix anything, I just have a rather strong fondness for coffee.

I now have a revenue stamp. But I'm not going to say I'm happy about it.