I hate fish and other woes

I stayed home today to try to work bc I can't get anything done at work due to distractions. I make myself some lunch (early, I might add), heating up some leftover fish. I hate fish. It's messy, bony, covered in skin and scales and a magnet for cats. Yuck. Don't even ask me why I have fish leftovers when I hate fish. I didn't know I hated fish yesterday, ok?

Then I try to focus but I get a call from Bonnie the Bitch. Bonnie works for a debt collector and has been harassing me since 1999 over a medical debt I incurred bc of a claim my piece of shit insurance (at the time) denied. Apparently a biopsy on my breasts isn't good enough to pay for.

No more than 2 weeks after the procedure, the hospital (with no warning) sent the fucking thing to Bonnie the debt collector, and I've had to pay bit by bit ever since. Well, I"m pissed bc Bonnie the bitch won't give me the rundown on how much I still owe (I never got a bill, so I don't know how much I owe), and she won't give it to me, so I denied payment until I received a bill, per my lawyer friend's instructions. Well now I"m getting harassed even more, and my lawyer friend says, "Oh, well I guess that wasn't a good idea after all!" are you kidding me????????????

So while I'm trying to work, I get a call from Bonnie the Bitch who has this overwhelmingly annoying Philly accent and always talks to me like I am a fucking child.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS GET SOME FUCKING WORK DONE!!!

And then Google decides to get all grammar perfect all of a sudden and keeps putting red lines under every typo and word it doesn't recognize. Blogs used to be the place where you could make grammar mistakes intentionally. WTF?

ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

I'm going to work at Cafe Artiste.