Crazy woman at the airport, film at 11

I have had such a shitty morning. It started last night, I couldn't get to sleep so I think I finally did around 1. I had to take Mark to the airport this morning and had to get up at 4:30 so we could be there at 5. I forgot my cell phone and my set of keys. Mark took his house key off the ring and I didn't realize this until I got half way home. Had to pay to park, run into the airport, try to find him. I couldn't remember what airline he was flying and their paging system didn't open till 6am. I was at the airport in my pj's with my hair sticking straight up. Oh yeah, no phone booths in the fucking airport. Found a cop, had him page-nothing, the cop said that that the only flight to LA was American. Went to American-nothing, I asked to use their phone and Mark answered and I got the house key. By this time I was totally upset and burst into tears. A hysterical middle age woman in her pj's is not a sight the airport wants to see. It was like a bad action movie. I'm surprised they didn't detain me

So, I get home, get ready for work-get to work and one of the computers died-completely died, it made a clicking sound and now nothing. I want to go home, have a cocktail and go back to sleep with the puppies.