Chronology of a bad day

First of all I woke up at 6 am, which is always a bad thing to do on a Sunday. 
Then I sat forever in front of my computer, because I wanted to prepare the Nom nom nom pic for screen printing. I almost broke my brain because of that, since I didn't quite know how many layers of paint I'd be going to need. So I decided to print it like this: 
grey -> brown -> green -> blue -> red -> white (to get the pink, light green and light brown) -> black + maybe varnish.
After being done with that I went to the studio, to finish a print I started yesterday. Remember this Zombie? It was the first sketch for this little beauty:

It's 34,5 x 55 cm and I was working on it for almost 3 weeks now (the drawing took most of the time). Here's a detail:

Rasterizing ftw! 
I'm almost proud of it, because only a few things didn't go too well, but I'm okay with that.
After finishing this print I started the "Nom nom nom" thingy. Good thing I've got my fuck up kit, cause that's what I did. I fucked it up. The colours I chose were too dark and the paper that was left was crap. Also I didn't prepare the screen very well, so there were bits of paint in places of the picture where there souldn't be anything. So I'm going to start all over again. Which wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't afrait that my second attempt will probably go wrong, too. As I said, I want to print white paint on top of some of the colours, to get the lighter tones. So this is going to be the second to last step while printing. It might be that step, wich is going to ruin everything, because if the white is too thick, there won't be any pink, there'll only be some muddy, pale rose. But if the white is too light, the red will be too dominant. I'm afarid this could mess up my whole work...again. But we'll see, I'm going to try anyway.
Also I found out how to bandage my wrists so I won't hurt my joints while printing: The trick is to wrap the bandages around my hands and wrists as tight as possible. So my hands looked like this today:

 

(Yes, I used different coloured bandages, I wanted at least to look pretty while crushing my hands with them.) 

My joints won't start hurting if my fingers are drained of blood. Good deal.

So after fucking stuff up I was ready to go home. When I went to the studio the weather was quite okay but when I wanted to leave it started to snow. Note that I wasn't dressed too well for riding my bike through snowy weather. It was very cold and wet and I didn't have gloves (guess how my fingers felt in the cold after being squashed while printing). Anyway, I had to bike home. That's when this happened:

I'm not even exaggerating. Okay I didn't yell at the snow (I'm not that crazy...yet), those were only my thoughts, but the rest actually happened like this. I thought I was the only one out there, who thought it'd be a good idea to bike in the snow, until I saw some other insane person riding their bike through that shitty weather, too. At least I wasn't alone.
I got home, dripping and soiling everything. But I didn't care about that, since I still had to clean up my whole flat (after not having eaten in like 9 hours or so). Yay.
I foreced myself to finish that task, too. And then my back started to hurt like hell, so I decided to not give a shit, take a shower and finally eat something.

Bad day...but still I'm somehow not even in a bad mood.
I guess I just like torturing myself.