Monday, October 25, 2004
Wrong side of the bed
I am now a firm believer of the old saying "Waking up on the wrong side of the bed."
Usually, I get up on the right (literally) side of my bed. This morning, I got up on the left side. And nothing has gone right for me today.
From my grades, to the way I handled telling my parents about them, to the confusion of my schedule, to family, things had gone wrong. I'd flunked my theo 131, I'd ended up crying in front of my parents, though I'd vowed I wouldn't, I'm gonna have to revise my whole schedule, and now both my mom and I have bloodshot eyes for a different reason entirely, and my dad's yelling at both of us...again, for a different reason. And I have a blasted headache to cap off such a bad day.
Never doubt the powers of superstitions.
I really hate this day.
# Lyn found a missing piece @ 10:15 PM 
