..and when I find my trousers, I'll find my feet

[caddyman]

Sometimes you should just stay in bed: "Sorry world, I'm taking the day off. Move along. Go about your business; nothing to see here."

In the space of but half an hour after getting up, I had spilled half my meddies across the kitchen floor, meaning that I had to root around in dark places^TM to retrieve suddenly self-camouflaged tablets.

I then made coffee and wandered back into the bedroom clutching coffee and a blackcurrant yoghurt. I half choked on a pip that insisted on exploring my bronchial passage rather than sliding into throaty oblivion. A good eye watering, floating spot inducing, embolism tempting cough later it was time to get dressed.

Entropy has clearly taken a grip on my world.

I managed to put my foot through not one, but two pairs of trousers. Both are irreparable, and I now know one thing I shall be doing at the weekend.

The last thing before leaving to come to work was the usual donning of rings and other accoutrements (actually, just the rings - the silver chain and gold crucifix and the wrist torques stay on). I habitually wear two rings: a claddagh and a more generic one with the wrong birthstone in it. This latter being an eighteenth birthday present from Mum and Dad, so the fact they cocked up the birthstone is immaterial.

Anyway, I digress.

The birthstone ring broke. It sheared across and then sprung back and clamped a solid chunk of finger flesh in a better than vice-like grip. It didn't half smart, I'll tell you. And it took about 5 minutes of dancing the watusi and making random Chinese noises to get it off my finger again. So now I have to nip out at lunchtime and find a jeweller who will mend it (and insert a bit more gold, since my fingers are now clearly fatter than they were).

Should have stayed in bed.

Comments

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

Should have stayed in bed indeed. But then, something would have fallen on you or burst through the window and sprayed you with something glutinous.

[suitandtieguy.livejournal.com]

bad days suck.

my day sucked ass until the second half of the first set of my bar gig, which was at approximately 9.30pm local time. the electro-funk jam with overtones of Klaus Schulze's porn soundtrack truly made my day.

of course, none of this information makes your day any better. hopefully you'll have something pleasant happen to you on the way to the jeweller's.

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

I remember calling into work one day "I'm not coming in - I can't find my shoes." My boss of the time was underwhelmed. I tried to explain "Look, if I can't even find my shoes, how useful am I going to be in the office today? Assuming I even manage to get to the office. I'll see you tomorrow when I'm better."

claddagh

[romney.livejournal.com]

Have you checked the firewall on the claddagh ring to see it is accepting incoming connection attempts?

Re: claddagh

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

That was beyond obscure even by your standards.

Horror

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

Go back to bed, it's the only way to be sure.

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing you don't drive to work.

[willowing.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh, not a good start to the day - but that beginning makes an excellent Neil Gaiman-like start of a good and funny book!

:)

oh gosh

[jennanne.livejournal.com]

That does sound like a horrible morning but I loved the creative way that you wrote about it.

I do hope the rest of your day is better than your morning. It sounds like it can only go up hill from here.

Re: oh gosh

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

I always try to make the best of a bad job.

And if the story was a little bit entertaining, then it wasn't an entire disaster... ;-)

[littleonions.livejournal.com]

you was obviously under attack from eville spirits, glad you lived, did they steal your soul though?

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

I think it's safe.

I keep it in a jar in the fridge. With a torch and a copy of the Radio Times for entertainment.