Man this week is off to a rough start. Despite the generally reliable prediction of an average day by my horoscope, everything is going remarkably crappy.
- My super-duper headblade hit the floor and broke. Now I’m going to be running around like some kind of long-hair hippie until my new one comes in.
- Doni put me on a diet. Again.
- The vending machine is out of Cheetos. I had to eat fritos for lunch. REGULAR fritos.
Man, it’s gotta get better. Quick-like.