December 8, 2009
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Circle of Failure
I feel like we’re in an episode of the Twilight Zone and the gremlins are playing with all the events of today just to see who will crack first. There was a humming sound coming from the other side of the bathroom wall just before I took a shower. The water went cold really fast. I had a really bad taste in my mouth that I couldn’t get rid of until I finally ate something. My hair dryer stopped working. I grabbed two skirts instead of a skirt and a blouse. I just happened to mention all of this to Micah, saying “this is going to be one of those days” and he gave an automatic “no, it won’t. It’s just a coincidence” speech. I made a salad and poured some coffee. I noticed that the bag of sugar on the counter had made marks on aforementioned counter, then I picked up the bag, pouring a bit of the sugar into my coffee. It was wet. I didn’t think anything of it. I got halfway into the cup and I noticed that my hands smelled funny. I went back to the sugar bag, and next to it was a knocked, over, open, spilled bottle of spic-and-span. I thought that damn cleaning solution was under the sink, you know, like how sane people who don’t want to die do it. I poured the not-poisonous sugar into a tupperware bowl, but then realized that the action of pouring just makes the bottom of the bag go to the top. I threw it all away. I’m not sick, and it’s been an hour and a half, so I don’t think I ingested any, but still, that was a one-in-a-million shot. Then Micah goes down to do laundry, and comes back to tell me that the dryer he put his clothes in was broken, and when he moved the clothes to another one, he hit his head. Today has just been on big ring of failure, and now we’re both a bit afraid to leave the house.
Comments (3)
This whole year has kinda sucked. Not that good things haven’t precipitated, but…well it just wasn’t a very enjoyable year.
@Roninism -
Yesterday was like living inside Murphy’s Law. After I posted, Micah tried to print something off, and the printer jammed, twice, and then said the color ink was malfunctioning. Then I was texting my friend and half the texts wouldn’t send. The only things that didn’t fuck up were the soup I made, the restaurant Micah works at, and the individual computers themselves.
Too bad you can’t just delete the day and start over eh? Definately sounds like one of those days. Days like that just make me want to go back to bed and stay there.