A french actresses hair

I hate today. It's a bad day. It rained on my new, expensive haircut I'm not sure I like. It was painful, the hairdresser was pulling my hair really hard. And she asked whether I was having hormonal problems because I was losing so much hair when she brushed it. I wasn't able to pay my rent yet because the fuckin' mobile company went crazy and charged me about a billion euros without telling me in advance. I could not get my ID because it is wednesday and on wednesday afternoon all the needed offices are closed. Now I have to go on my trip without a valid ID. The belgians do not have to let me in. Not that there usually is any kind of control. But it could be. And considering my luck lately I'm pretty sure it will happen. They will say no, you can't come. You got to go home. Now. Probably they read what I said about Belgium and belgians yesterday in this blog. And now I have to go to work: AGAIN! It is the seventh evening in a row, and still I have no money at all because I'm getting an absurdly low salary. If I dropped out there and got unemployement benefits I would be much better off. Too much is going seriously wrong in my life...