This day’s off to a crappy start.
I overslept. Awoke to a headache.
Went out to the kitchen to make coffee, only to find the sink and countertops overrun by a major expeditionary force of ants. Had to slaughter them all with mint oil spray then clean up the carnage — all before I could make coffee.
The mail arrived: nothing but bills and catalogs.
Finally, I thought I had all those petty irritations sorted. Then, as I walked out of my bedroom, a piece of metal near the door frame caught and ripped one of my favorite shirts.
Seriously, this day can just bite my ass.