Because so far this week I......
Missed Trax and the express bus twice.
This means being forced to ride the regular bus where 4.6 seconds after acceleration I am soundly motion sick and then there are people with space issues, neck tattoos, and a handful that, on more one occasion, have openly had heated conversations with themselves.
Tweaked my shoulder working out.
I've tweaked a lot of things in my day but my right shoulder has proudly remained unscathed despite my glorious seven years of throwing shot-put. Streak broken.
Had to sit next to a BYU Spanish professor that had mind-boggling halitosis.
And I DO mean the worst I have ever wiffed. In. My. Life. I though my olfactory system was going to revolt and refuse me air.
My last working earphones broke.
Nothing here. It just sucked.
Broke a nail that I JUST painted.
..And was called "sir" on the phone. AGAIN.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
So convenient rational tells me I am going to have a kick A weekend. I'll let you know how it goes.
Update: It was.