The worst is when you make a bad cup of coffee in the morning because you just weren’t paying attention and/or were too tired to realize what you were doing. (Damn late nights–so fun, but so sleepy the next day.)

It’s the worst when you hang out with someone sober that you formerly met while slightly drunk and you realize they’re not that interesting when you haven’t been drinking.

It’s also the worst when your cat realizes she can get on top of the kitchen cupboards, then decides to pretty much just hang out up there and mock you.

But the real worst is when you send your mom an email coming out to her and your dad, but she goes on vacation without checking her email, so you have no idea when said email will be read.  Fuuuuck.