At times, all it takes to ruin the rest of the day is a small event.
Today, I dropped my cell phone.
I've accidentally dropped my previous phone multiple times, and it never suffered any damage (other than cosmetic scuff marks). But not so with my new phone. No scuff marks, but the display is now malfunctioning—half the scan lines are now white, making it hard to read anything on the display.
I just want to crawl back into bed.
I should have stayed in bed. Just after writing this, I called Smirk telling him I was too sick to stay at work—I had barely enough time to make it to the bathroom before making my offering to the Great Porcelain God.
Traffic driving back home was bumper to bumper.
I don't remember much after hitting the bed.
Blarg.