My list of non virtues grows ever long, to match my ever growing list of 'd-uh!'s'. How a grown woman is unable to distinguish beyond a 5 and a 6 escapes me. But escape me it has, and I survey the message telling me my belated endeavour to add an extra room night has been unsuccessful as there are now no more rooms available, with increasing frustration. How on earth is it possible that I have booked flights, hotel, concert and holiday time under the mistaken assumption that I will be in Vegas between the 1st and 5th of September, when closer inspection of my e-ticket confirmation reveals the startling news that I fly out on the 6th? It's a matter of great scientific curiosity that my head doesn't spectacularly detach itself from it's moorings courtesy the sheer fuckitallness of my ineptitude.
I am unable to deal with the magnitude of my incompetence, and will resign myself to my fate next week. It is patently obvious that unlike a fine wine, I'm not getting any better with age!
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