I really really really really really passionately hate where I live - town, apt, living situation in general. HATE HATE HATE.
I was out and about every single evening last week, got only a few hours of sleep a night, but I was happy doing things. I’ve been in my apartment for about 20 hours straight now, and I’m ready to fling myself out the effing window.
I also hate the forecast for the next few days. If the forecast was a tangible thing, I would’ve punched it in the face awhile ago.