Time to Roll Over and Play Dead?

I'm not having a good day.

Early this morning I heard a strange banging noise in the bedroom radiator. It sounds like an air hammer and happens every few hours, presumably when the pump kicks in. This annoyed me for two reasons: it's going to wake me up at night and it probably won't explode until January.

Getting up this morning was a bad move. I needed to go to the DMV to transfer the title on my car. I had to turn around and come home because they don't take credit cards at the DMV. I knew this, but forgot to bring my checkbook. Before setting back out for the DMV, I decided to check my account balance to see how much I could let them screw me for. The next big surprise of the day was that my last payroll deposit was short.

I'd also called Ashley Furniture about this silly dining room set, and they hung up on me twice before I even got transferred. The combination of these things put me in a bad enough mood that I decided to do house work instead of going to the DMV. I began emptying the other bedroom upstairs, so that I could start stripping the floors. Of course, several tools that I needed were missing. This gave me an excuse to turn the house upside down and scare the heck out of the dog.

Eventually, I got to enjoy a few hours of making a total mess. I eventually had to quit because I ran out of chemicals. Scraping the disgusting slop off the floor looked like it would be the highlight of my day, and then it started snowing. Shoveling was actually a nice break, and my mood was starting to improve.

This evening, my plans to put in a pizza and get drunk were derailed by the smallest inconvenience. While scrounging around upstairs in the dark, I managed to step barefoot onto a loose carpet staple. The next half hour was spent trying to locate band-aids and mop blood off the floors.

I think I should head back to bed.