I am having the worst autumn ever. No. Seriously.

Y'ever notice the police have the uncanny ability of making you feel like a big moron, even if it's not necessarily your fault? Yeah. So did I. You can't remember a damn thing that'll make catching some scumbag easier because it's not like he was polite enough to tattoo his name on his forehead or anything, and everytime someone asks about something, you feel like the world's biggest dumbass for not mentally taking a picture of them and paying special attention. Who knew this would be the twitchy skinny dude who wasn't just having a nicotine fit, he was going to rob the front register and say he had a gun?

Why can't days come properly labeled when you wake up. "Good day, go to work and happily get paid." "Bad day, go to work so at least the badness will be paid for." "Really shitty day, don't bother with work because you'll regret it." "Really shitty day, grab someone you adore and stay there until you get a good day."

So. Yes. For those who don't understand my funny speaking ways: Some skinny dude came into the store this morning, asked for cigs, and then decided, while my attention was diverted, to either put his gun under his shirt or pretend he had a gun under his shirt, and scare the crap out of me while getting away with more than I think the store realized. Today fucking sucked.