If the Gods of Insanely Bad Luck decided to descend on you for twenty four hours, they could not conspire to produce the kind of day as I’m currently living. There is not a thing I’ve done today that hasn’t turned out for the bad. Not one. In fact, I’m deliberately putting a speelling mistake into this post, just to avoid a more embarrassing one creeping in where I don’t intend to put one.
It has got so bad that I was driving back from a last minute trip to the supermarket (don’t ask) when I contemplated how easily it would be for me to get to an airport and fly away, out of this life. How long would credit cards last me before I’d be stuck on the streets?
I can’t wait for today to be over.