Last night my boyfriend and his roommate both insinuated I would be capable of abusing and/or killing the roommate’s dog because its barking annoyed me.
To avoid them I went downstairs to the basement to lie on the futon and read, only to discover that a ceiling pipe had leaked and the futon was soaking wet.
The next morning I drove home and was unable to get into the driveway because the town had paved the driveway and left a traffic cone smack in the middle of the entrance. I had to park on the street.
I went round to the back of the car to open the hatch, and my key broke off in the lock.
I went to the side of the car and opened the passenger door to get my books, and one library book fell out and landed in a puddle. I will probably have to pay for it.
I checked the mail and got an unexpected letter from my health insurance company saying I owe my family doctor $68.
I went next door to my neighbor’s to return a book I’d borrowed. I love talking to her and hoped she could cheer me up, but she wasn’t at home.
A few minutes ago I drank some milk. Halfway through the glass, I realized there was a dead insect at the bottom.