i mean, what the crap?

Ever had a day that started out bad from the moment you woke up!? Today, that was it for me, my friends. Saturdays are supposed to be nice and relaxing and happy because it's Saturday. But no... first of all, I woke up realizing that I had dreamed about something that I didn't want to be dreaming about. A person, in fact. A person I try NOT to think about much anymore... but in the dream everything seemed so familiar again. And I must admit, it was a little saddening.

My next realization, moments later, came when I remembered that I had no coffee in the house. Disaster! Me in the morning without coffee is scary. I know a lot of people say that, but for me it's true. I growl. So, I think to myself... do I drive the one minute to the Dollar General around the corner for some coffee I can brew myself or do I drive 15 minutes out of the way (7 there and 7 back) to the McDonald's for some already brewed coffee and a Cinnamon Melt? Well... I have to go the post office also as I have a package there waiting for me, which is right by the McDonald's, so I opt for the longer trip.

First off, I get a dirty look and honked at by a lady in a mini-van who was driving through a red light... apparently she was offended at ME for driving when I had a green light and interrupting her illegal maneuver. THEN, at the post office, I got ANOTHER dirty look from a lady who wanted to stand in the parking space I wanted while she talked to her friend. Forgive me for wanting to park my car in a parking space. I didn't realize they were there for socializing and not parking.

Okay, so finally I park. Walk in. Post office is closed. By like TWO MINUTES. Freak. Those two minutes, no doubt, were taken up by waiting for red light running lady and parking space talking lady. Anger inside.

Okay, whatever... no post office... there's still McDonald's. That goes off without a hitch. I get home. Yay... comfort. Coffee and cinnamon melt are ready to go. Okay, remember that I have not had coffee yet and I've already been awake for about thirty minutes. This is detrimental to both my mental (logic and reasoning) AND motor skills. I sit down on the living room floor with the large coffee (no lid), pull my laptop over to me and *sploosh* coffee goes over and spills all over the living room carpet. W. T. F!? (Laptop was not harmed).

Folks, I'm here to say that I'm looking at that spot on the carpet right now and there's not a trace of a coffee stain. Sweet glory. My dad taught me well in the way of properly cleaning a mess. But I'm sure it will show up in about a month or two after it's had time to fester and develop mold. :( Mental note: Invest in hardwood floors.

Soooo... now I'm back to having no coffee. The post office trip was a bust. And I'm finding myself driving the one minute to Dollar General to purchase coffee to brew myself after all. In this "choose your own adventure" story, I chose the wrong adventure and lost.

This, my friends, was only the first hour of a day that kept getting progressively worse. Part Two will be posted later if I can type it without throwing my computer across the room in a fit of anger and frustration.

Thanks for reading.