I woke up and poured myself a huge bowl of Rice Krispie Treats Cereal. Anyone who has ever had a bowl of Rice Krispies knows there is never enough sugar on them. So, I opened the cabinet and started fishing around for my sugar bowl. Being the graceful person that I am, instead of grabbing the sugar, I knocked an open bag of salt on to the floor. Luckily, it was only half full. When I reached for a towel, I slipped on some of the salt and fell. When I fell my hands went up and swung wildly. Smack. I felt my hand slam hard into what I am assuming was a bottle of Pepsi. The Pepsi bottle flew across the room and smashed into a mirror. As the pieces clattered onto the floor, I was like Frak this. That was just way to much stuff to pick up. I would do the guy thing and just get it later. I snagged my backpack and headed out the door. The hallway to my apartment reeked. At first I couldn't tell what it was, but then I saw the ladder and the painter. Whatever, I was late for work. I lightly jogged down the hallway, ducked under the ladder and ran down the stairs. Outside I stopped for a moment to adjust my backpack when a cute little black cat ran by me. I think it was chasing a butterfly. It ran in front of me about four times. Cute thing. As I looked at the cat, I noticed the sidewalk looked like a cracked egg. Hopefully, the renting company fixes that soon. I probably stepped on every crack on the way to my truck.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same. I think the most exciting thing that happened was after I broke my sixth mirror, I swallowed a bee. Not sure how it found its way into Target, but there you have it. A Friday the 13th that differed from no other day. I feel cheated. I feel slighted. I feel...the ground shaking??? Oh look, a mountain with fire and smoke shooting out of it just appeared in downtown Madison. I wonder what that will do.
