First thing I know, I wake up today, it's not in my bed. In fact, it's in some kind of a fucking box. Fortunately, the lid was open, so I walked out and saw that I was in church. WTF, I'm not even religious or anything?
Anyways I quickly left the church. My legs weren't responding too well today (should probably not have run too much the other day) and I was getting pretty hungry. I checked my pockets for money to buy something when I realized that I didn't actually have any pockets: indeed, I didn't even have any pants, and the back half of my shirt was missing. Bastards. Probably took my kidney too .
So the first thing that obviously happens to make my day worse is I almost get hit by a car. I think I have strep or something because all I could do was shake my hand at the car and make some weird moaning noise. Word.
Anyways, I keep walking down the road, still in need of some threads. Finally, I spot some homeless guy with some rags on, and still a little bit drunk and/or high from yesterday, I jumped him for his clothing. The fight wasn't too hard (the bastard tried to punch me in the face so I bit him) and I soon got myself some clothes, although they smelled and were pretty fucking dirty. Bet he had fleas too.
So then I went to my apartment to figure out what the hell was going on. When I walk by, all my shit is out on the curb. WTF. I paid my rent this month. This day just gets worse and worse. I have a mind to bitch at my landlord but he has a shotgun: probably not wise. I get my wallet and some proper clothes, and also my cell phone. It was kind of weird, I got like 100000 texts, but before I could check them the phone died on me, and the charger is at my girlfriend's house.
Naturally, I need a place to stay, so I get whatever I can and walk on over. It's ten fucking blocks and it was snowing, but I was feeling fine and not too cold for some reason. So that was okay, I just hope I don't get sick later.
But then at my girlfriend's house, I'm walking by and there's a car I haven't seen before. Fearing the worse, I burst through the door and head for her room. Sure enough, you guessed it, she was fucking cheating on me. The whore! She had the nerve to feel bad about it too, saying "Oh I can't believe I'm doing this" and she was crying and shit. What. A. Bitch.
I left after popping the car's tire's (who wouldn't?) and grabbed my charger. Now I'm at the library (the fucking receptionist keeps looking at me weird), TL, and my life is fucked. What should I do?