Sleepless in South Berkeley

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I'm tired as ass, and I need to sleep because I've got a rough day ahead of me. And I can't go to bed because my sheets (the only ones that aren't at the other apartment) aren't dry yet after two and a half fucking cycles.

Why does stupid shit have to keep going wrong when I'm already stressed out?

Analyzing my own language use, because I'm that much of a nerd

Do I get some kinda booby prize for using the words ass, fuck, and shit in the space of three sentences?

I must really be grumpy. I think that's some kinda record.

(On LJ, that is. When I'm speaking, expletives fall from my mouth quite naturally, but during the second or two it takes to write them out I fairly often decide not to bother including them.)