Okay, now I'm flat out bitching, because my last nerve is raw and agitated.
Yesterday was the first saturday I've had off all year. I've worked ten hours a day, six days a week for five weeks, and I'm a bit burnt out. So I've finally had the opportunity to rest and take care of chores that have been piling up.

So today I just wanted to get a haircut. So apparently I can't even do that without downloading a god damn app! The barber's opened at ten o'clock today because it was Sunday. No problem. I get there at nine fifty five thinking I'll be early. They're already open, all their seats taken and more people standing. I open the door and the frazzleded front desk girl says 'Hour and a half at least hun.' No problem. Till this douchebag (sideways cap, pencil thin bears, baggy shorts and those stupid socks pulled up past his kness) walks in and holds up his phone. The same girl who just told me an hour and a half tells him to take a seat. Now myself and two others are like 'umm whats going on?' "He checked in with his phone.".


NO. Just no. We need to strip back all this god damn electronic crap and cut our dependency on our mobile devices and go back to pencil and paper. I don't need or want all this in my life. I just want it a little more simple. I am just about done with it. My blood was close to boiling, the perfect end to a bipolar week.

It didn't help when my best friend was totally unsympathetic and just went. "You are such a luddite." Grrrrrrrrrrrr.