Innards And Adrenal Glands

The world obviously hates me. Because I'm spiteful, I obviously hate it back in equal measure.

My home internet connection is shot to hell. Bang bang bang, it is completely dead, and unlikely to be resurrected within the near future. It's not like I rely on this single most important means of communication for 90% of my social interaction to maintain a presentable level of mental stability. Not at all. I am not even remotely dependent. I am a remarkably flexible individual regularly epitomising adaptability. I have set up house in the 24-hour computer room.

The world still hates me, though.

The first time I walked to the computer room, the sky decided to start hailing at me. Vicious little ball-bearings of white packed ice, slamming into my scalp and sheeting the tarmac.

The second time the security guard didn't want to let me in.

This time someone left the window wide open. It's still rather cold, so I resolved to shut the thing. Being of moderately short height, I needed to stand on a chair to do so. The main problem with this being that because it's a computer room, all the chairs have wheels on the bottom. The problem with this being that the window is rather stiff, Newton obviously had something right when he latched onto the idea of resultant forces, and the chair still has wheels on the bottom.

Push. Wheel. Kerr-splat.

The world obviously hates me. What part of "piss off I hate your innards and adrenal glands" does it not understand?