I woke up this morning at 6:30am, absolutely certain that the day was going to be crappy
. I think I was too optimistic
Granted, nothing catastophic happened, it was just one of those days where little annoyances kept happening one after another until I wanted to scream.
Everyone had to evacuate my building at work because of a gas leak. For the second day in a row. Not that I minded having an hour away from my desk, but I can imagine that if it keeps happening I'll grow weary of it soon.
One of my shoes fell apart. I've had them for a month and a half. Fortunately, the offending piece of the shoe has been removed and-surprise-the shoe's still wearable. (I had to remove the same piece from the other shoe, though, so they'd still match.) Still, that's the last time I buy a pair of shoes at Wal-mart. Extra wide my ass. (I know what you're thinking; don't even go there.)
I'd write more about it, but fortunately, I've succeeded in pushing the bulk of the day into my subconscious.
I don't know why I complain. My worst day now still beats the shit out of my best day six years ago. Maybe tomorrow won't be so annoying...