NP: Fishbone, Give A Monkey A Brain And He'll Swear He's The Center Of The Universe

Not to put too fine a point on it, but today could be the day I snap.

Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration. Things aren't going wrong in large quantities as much as they're just emphatically not going my way. Forces of nature are once again aligning against me. I hate it when that happens.

Out of the gate, no hot water in the shower, presumably because the water pressure is actually too high from back when the old water heater blew up, so my roommate gets hot water and I don't. Then out into a downpour, although I was parked pretty close to the apartment. Then some dick wasn't going to let me make my left turn as the light changed. Three cars get through, motherfucker, it's damn near a law in this city. Then I realized I forgot my data cable for my phone. Then I realized that, despite packing for a workout, I forgot the business card from the sales guy at the gym that would actually allow me in the club. Then it took me forever to get to work. Then there were about eight million people in the Dunkin' Donuts. My purchase came to $4.22, and I had, you guessed it, twenty-one cents of change on me. They got my order wrong, but caught it before I left the store. All while I'm starting to really feel the effects of my first gym workout in something like ten years.

I'm just saying, you might not want to antagonize me today. And that I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.