Is there really any need?

Today has been the worst day ever!
Here we go with another rant but before that, I'll tell you about yesterday.

Yesterday, being Saturday, was a really good day. Well, for the majority anyway.
I should have know that at some point, my weekend would turn shitty because of how Saturday started. It was all going well, I got up, I was on time and I was on the way to catch the 9:54am train to Rolleston to see Carby. It was all going great until I, along with many other people, found out that the train had been cancelled. The options I were left with, was either wait for the 11:04am train or catch the Mansfield bus.
I opted for the wait and I wish I hadn't because the 11:04am train didn't turn up until 11:41am
Now, does that take the piss? Or am I wrong.
As the day progressed, it got better; I saw Carby, came home and later went out to meet Smell, AKA: Tom and by doing so, my mood heightened and I was really happy.

So, back to today. I got up late by accident and couldn't get started with cleaning up the sitting room. So by me not being able to do something constructive I was becoming more and more frustrated. By dinner time I'd found my old camera and wanted to fix it so I took it apart and started to, with the intent on fixing it, ruin it. After figuring out what was wrong I then started to put it back together... Not such a good idea because by doing so, I got electrocuted 3 times.
I wouldn't have minded the first 2 because they didn't put a hole in my thumb, but the third one burnt a hole in my finger and made my hand go numb.
By the time I'd half finished tidying up, it was about 7pm so I then made a start on some college work. Which leads me to the question; why, when you need complete concentration, do people suddenly feel the need to bombard you on MSN?
Anyway, I was way too busy sorting shit out with people that I completley forgot about my work which I couldn't do anyway. (Would you be able to make a 5 minute presentation to show the class about what you're going to be doing next year, when all you'll be doing next year is the same thing you're doing this year?!)
So now I'm here after having a much too late shower, ranting to a blog which I know only Sophie reads. So, indirectly, I've piled all of this onto her and she really doesn't need it!
Sorry Sophie!

Could my weekend have got any worse?
Probably but the way I feel right now, it couldn't.

Now my neck hurts from looking too far down at my laptop.
Fuck all of this.
I'm going to bed.