Crap.

Life is lovely, and life is crap.
The Greeks had this obsession with tragedies.  (Oedipus anyone?)  You know, a bunch of really crappy crap happens, and then you die.  Today I'm inclined to agree.  I've had issues all weekend.  Issues with boys, with girls, with keys, with alarms, with laundry, with food...you name it, I've probably had an issue with it in the past 48 hours.
Crap, all of it.