Some days, I’m just fragile. Today is a fragile day. Littleish things piss me off. I went to an appointment with a doctor who was supposed to be a sports medicine specialist — but all he did was refer me to a hand surgeon for my cysts. I only want the damn thing drained, not sliced out of my hand again. And then there was no parking anywhere. Literally. 8th, 9th, and 10th street were completely full. I ended up parking illegally across the street, and hoping that no one busts me and tows the car. There was nowhere else to go. If I get towed, that will probably push me over the edge today. Like I said, I’m fragile.