Complications Follow

Meet an obsessive girl, me. Girl has music player on Mr. Compy. Songs on music player are arranged in certain order. Songs have been in this order for girl's entire relationship with Mr. Compy. Today, girl accidentally pressed shuffle. All gone. Life is pain.

In other news, plan to get a new Chatham ID have been stalled. Apparently the machine needed a new part. Not wanting to starve to death, I asked if I could have some proof of my meal plan so I could still eat in the caf. There is no financial record of meal plan. Was not charged. Oops. That's about to change. But in mean time, I'm still starving. My stomach didn't appreciate chips for breakfast. It's true, I'm incapable of taking care of myself.

Hope to get ID card tomorrow. If not possible, I fear my time in this world will be short.

Am listening to music now. Seriously, this is upsetting. I had the music arranged by my moods. Now there is chaos. It frustrates me and makes me want to listen to my angry music section. Angry music section is dead, dismembered to sit beside happy music, and complaining girl music. They do not mesh. I repeat, life is pain.