This Is NOT Evolving Into a Good Week

I turned on the tv this morning as I ate my breakfast (these are two things I never do - eat breakfast or watch morning tv). Charo is going to be on Martha Stewart today. Holy crap, I almost called in sick.

Mr. T was on the Today Show talking about his new reality tv show (my only question: what took so long? If ever there was someone born to host his own reality tv show, it is Mr. T) which premieres tonight. The premise - motivating people to change their lives. How can you not love Mr. T? I think I'd make a lousy candidate for that show because T would be all: "You need to change your life, fool!!!" and I'd be all: "Awww, I love you Mr. T. Can I give you a hug?"

Staying home to watch Charo probably was a good idea, considering how my week has been going so far. By 10am Monday I developed a splitting headache that lasted all day. Relief could only be found by going to bed at 8pm.

Yesterday I rode my bike to work in the rain and upon entering the lobby, managed to trip over it crashing backwards onto the floor, completely ass over elbows onto my back. I was literally flat on my back lying on top of my bike. In the lobby. With other people around. You're pretty much done when that happens. There's no way to save face on that one. (I meekly joked that it was a good thing I was still wearing my helmet, but nobody really laughed.)

I banged up my elbow pretty bad; it was the type of throbbing pain that only a BK chicken club king size value meal could heal, if you know what I mean. So after work I head on over to my local BK and turns out it is CLOSED DOWN. WTF??? Sad ending to a very sad day.

And then this morning on the way into work a bird crapped on my sleeve and hand. Could have been worse I guess, but damn if that shit ain't tough to get off my clothes.