Suffice it to say that today sucked. Not just any old suck, but a magnanimous Alexander's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day, kind of suck. From the get-go it was like there was a cloud looming over me that no matter how much I ignored it, just kept getting darker. Except for my hair, which looked pretty good considering its unwashed condition and casual up-do courtesy of Goody spin pins, the rest of the day was horrible.
I made too little coffee. Somehow the coffee maker lied to me. The water I put in was enough to brew 4 cups of coffee...or really only 2 because somehow in CoffeeLand the 4 cups line is really only 2 normal person cups but that's besides the point. The coffee maker failed me. I expected 2 cups and got only one. I refuse to believe that I'm blind and can't read, despite my glasses telling me otherwise. Cuisinart = Liar /gavel
There was hair in my breakfast. Despite my aforementioned up-do, my hair managed to find itself in my cooked eggs. My quasi-gross but completely unwashed hair in my incredible edible eggs.
I ate the last 1/4 of a bagel from New Jersey. This wasn't a real problem because it was the most freaking delicious part of my day (minus the Wendy's that I totally didn't eat for dinner) but it was sad to finish the bagels I brought back.
The internet hated me. In fact, all of technology hated me today, including the CSS I was attempting to change without being logged into Wordpress at work and the stupid error message I keep getting while writing this. I'm probably not even logged into Blogger right now. Stupid Blogger. Why is this blog even on Blogger? (is it even called Blogger or is it Blogspot? I should know this).
I did manage to drink 3 cups of coffee and eat a bag of Goldfish before 11am though, so I consider that a win (score!)
I stained my new white pants, felt like crap, and wanted to cry. The first part alone was enough to ruin my day. My cute outfit was ruined...and then I had to do laundry. Double whammy.
A friend promised to bring over a puppy for me to cuddle and cry on and didn't.
I have friends who make empty promises. I did get breakfast out of them this weekend though so I can't really complain.
I whine too much. But I really was upset about my pants, feeling like crap, and the significant lack of a puppy pile.
So, I give up. Monday wins. I hope you had a better day than me. Cheers, because, wine.