The transmission in my car is shot.
I'm eating a bagel that's not really like a bagel. It's too airy, bagels are supposed to be dense.
Why is it that all things that could possibly go wrong happen on the same day, and on a Sunday, when you can't do anything about it. Luck of the Irish, my ass!!
Not to mention, I'm overloaded at work because not only am I supposed to do my job but another person's as well. Mind you, without any recongition of any sort.
Welcome to my hell!!