Just had a miniature nervous breakdown. There was crying involved. Mid-shampoo, the hot water in my apartment ran out and stopped working. I'm glad I moved from one ghetto apartment to the next. I managed to avoid hypothermia while I boiled pots of water but did achieve a minor injury during its transportation. I'll try and avoid taking the "why me" approach because as I speak, there's probably the crazy, homeless man, sleeping just outside the church across the street from my apartment. It certainly can't be karma because just yesterday, I donated money to two random causes. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue getting ready for work and convince myself that this has no bearing on the rest of my day. Tear.