Bad days

Bad days just really suck. Like the ones where you don’t want to do anything because everything just ends up wrong. These days may take a turn once in a while but most of them are just hopeless. You get blamed for small weekday crimes you haven’t committed and you blame others for things that they haven’t done just for some malicious pleasure. You better lock yourself up in your apartment the whole day and become like the schizophrenic character Gollum from Lord of the rings or you will become a rude monster and everyone will hate you because of that!
 

The other day I was very stressed up on my way to the job. I was making my way to the garage with a half done hotdog in my left hand and the car-keys in my right. As I finished the hotdog I sat down and turned the ignition on,  turned my head and faced my rear left, threw in reverse, started reversing and bumped in to the car on my right. The damage was not that severe but I scratched up my fathers car quite badly

When I came home from work I was hungry as a starving wolf so I thought I’d fry another sausage. I flipped the switch in the kitchen but the lamp was obviously broken. The fryingpan was lying on the stove so I swiftly grabbed it in the dark and it turns out it was filled with a lukewarm mixture of water, dissolved burnt ham and eventually grease! All over the kitchen floor… All over the kitchen floor. God, those days! Grr hate em’