Fuck it.

Fucking day.  My flight home got cancelled.  Apparently Chicago's all icy.  I didn't bring a change of clothes, because I was only going to be here for 20 hours.  Now I'm staying at the US$200+/night airport sheraton because I don't have cash for a cab anywhere cheaper and my ATM card hates Canada.  I could check around for a cheaper rate, but my cell phone is dead.  Oh, and I can't afford the cab because my ATM hates Canada. I'm also ordering room service, Onion soup and a montreal smoked meat sammich and cheesecake.  Because, fuck it.  These two drunk girls (from Waterloo) were on their way to Vegas, but they were on my flight so they have another night in Toronto instead.  They were all nice to me, until the charming bald guy with the ripped abs came by, and then "who?".  But fuck it, because fuck it.  I hope I don't get fired, but if I do, fuck it.  Fuck it fuck it fuck it.  I'd make a joke about how at least I still have smokes, but that'll just piss people off.  So fuck it.

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Well, the room service was free, since they wrote the room number down wrong and I never got it.  Assuming I eventually get it, it'll be free, that is.  Now I wish I had ordered the CAN$36 steak.