How to know it's not your day before it's even 9 am.
A picture frame fell from a cupboard shelf onto my foot this morning. Scattering shards of glass all over your study at 6.15 am is not the best start to anyone's day, I imagine. I'm only lucky I didn't get cut (just a scratch on my hand).
Then I stepped outside and it started raining just as I got on my bike. And when I got to the station, a broken-down train was blocking the tracks for everyone. It was dark, cold, and wet, and I was late for work due to the bloody train delays.
I could see no other option but buying chocolates at the station to rescue what I could of my rapidly disappearing Sunny Mood (not that there was much to begin with, this still being December), but I just sense this is Not My Day.
* SIGH *
Then I stepped outside and it started raining just as I got on my bike. And when I got to the station, a broken-down train was blocking the tracks for everyone. It was dark, cold, and wet, and I was late for work due to the bloody train delays.
I could see no other option but buying chocolates at the station to rescue what I could of my rapidly disappearing Sunny Mood (not that there was much to begin with, this still being December), but I just sense this is Not My Day.
* SIGH *