Mixed signals from women, who then stop giving mixed signals, make it clear they're interested in you, and then get asked out by someone else and say yes.
The fact that my driving instructor can't make it for when I was supposed to have a lesson, which is my last chance before my test, which I'm doing in my car instead of his, so I can't do most manouvers properly.
The feeling of impending dread that bad things come in threes, and so I need one more major fuck-up or I'll definitely fail my test tomorrow.
I'm still ill, of course, not enough to take time off college, but enough to generally make me feel like shit. And the only person I can talk to about any of my problems is the internet.
"Reign of terror, on the seas,
will bring these posers to their knees"