I woke up somewhat hungover. I went to transfer the money from yesterday's jeans to today's jeans and realized I spent waaaay to much when I was out last night. I was pissed at myself. Then I had to go to work. I figured it would be an easy day. I had no appointments, so I thought I could just relax. I got a walk-in for something simple and I thought "I don't feel like doing this, but I need to make up for the money I burned through last night and it'll be easy and quick anyhow". No. It was a nightmare. The guy was a crazy bleeder and the ink just wasn't going in. Thing took over three hours. I was SO frustrated. By the time I was finished I was just frazzled and fucking DONE. THEN I was getting ready to leave and another walk-in came in. I REALLY didn't feel like doing it but I figured it would take 15 minutes and it was money that I need so I said ok... ANOTHER nightmare! Chick would NOT hold still. I literally had to yell at her. Finally I got home (late) and we were supposed to go out to dinner. I just stayed in my truck and the fam came out. I went to back up and smashed into my husband's work truck. I didn't even see it parked behind me. It was dark and the windows are tinted. Plus I was just tired and not thinking. We'll assess the damage in the morning.