Life's not fair.
A leaf blower outside dashed my last 10 minutes before my alarm.
I then realized my commute gained 10 more. Coming home last night--I was too tired to stop and get my tank off "E."
I saw my first roach. It was gone before I could find one of my shoes.
The shirt I had my heart set on wearing and that never fails to boost my confidence had a stain.
Garbage disposal juice splattered on my wrist.
I tripped over the other shoe.
I remembered, a work meeting was scheduled exactly at my lunch later.
I hit every red light on my commute, and it's 10 minutes more 'cause of the whole "there're too many dam people in this city" kind of traffic.
I accidentally made breakfast too salty, so, by then, I was thirsty. But, the water cooler was empty at work.
Everyone keeps saying I look tired, even the cute lady I like. She never sees me when I'm actually wearing the shirt.
The scalding coffee finds a magical way to be wave-ier than normal, just to spill over and scorch my hand.
It's only Tuesday.
The car began making a weird noise I've never heard before, on the way home.
It starts raining right as a pull in--rain the news failed to forecast.
I can't shower because of lightning.
Lightning and thunder keep me awake. I have to be in even earlier tomorrow.
Even so, the stench I wreak of, called bitterness, is my fault and bidding alone. For, sometimes we all need to be reminded that satan has never been in the business of playing fair.
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