marginally spoiled

do you ever have those days where you fail by half at everything? for instance you're running errands and they only have one ink cartridge, not the 2 you need. and then by the 3rd place you go, searching for some light bulbs- you tragically fail- bcs they're special lightbulbs and you get the wrong one anyway and know you have to return it, then you get weirdly rejected at radioshak and you hate them anyway- and it seems that the day was full of half successes so the whole day seems to extrapolate failure, so why bother getting stamps or doing anything else but wearily, wearily returning home parched for water and protein, to attempt the futile non-necessities of life, and you think thank god my cable is working and i have food in the fridge- and wonder... what was the point of all of it- those stupid things on the list... just to make your world aesthetically harmonious despite logic that tells you they're not important.