Theater of the Absurd

My life has reached the point where, if I were a movie or a story, I wouldn't believe it anymore.

In addition to all the crap that's happened the past two weeks, today:

I, for some reason unknown to me, opened the top of my smoothie maker while it was going, getting smoothie all over the place

Broke said smoothie maker

Broke the garbage disposal by dropping a part of the smoothie maker down it while it was going

Stuck my hand down the garbage disposal (nothing happened, but I watch Supernatural, so it was dumb. Okay, it was dumb even with that).

Went to the supermarket to get cat food/coffee/breakfast/lunch/money

Dumped cream down the trash can instead of my coffee

Got into a car crash, exploded into a fireball, and DIED.

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Okay, so that last one didn't happen. But still, with the job thing, the "can't date you because you're not Christian" thing, the fifth grade team getting in trouble because of tattling on Tuesday, the asthma attack yesterday, and the above incidents, I can draw the following conclusions:

1. My life has reached the point of absolute absurdity

2. Someone up there (or maybe down here; maybe Crowely is hanging around toying with me) hates me. Or is lauging hysterically at me. Or both.

3. It is Thursday.


I hate Thursdays. Could never get the hang of them.