Spent 20 minutes fighting with the printer because it decided today was the day to run out of ink, right when I needed copies. Drove to the library instead and stood behind someone printing what looked like an entire novel.
Small thing, I know, but it just stacked onto a day that already felt like one thing after another. Got home and the dog knocked her water bowl clean off the kitchen rug. Mopping that up was somehow the part that actually got to me.