the Unexpressed Advantage

It's been a long time, but with the school season starting around the corner, I thought I'd throw one of these out there. Last week, I'm pretty sure I can say, was easily the worst week of the year. I'm not even 100% sure why, but at the very least, and most obvious.

I hope this isn't too negative for you. It's therapeutic for me. If you don't like rundowns of crappy weeks, I suggest you skip this post.

• I got in a near-fight with a friend about something stupid.
  
• I had "relational" issues with someone else.
  
• It pretty much rained, all week. Often my car windows were down.
  
• I didn't get hardly anything done on my to-do list.
  
• I felt tired and crabby all week.
  
• I put left-over lasagna in the back of my car and the one thing happened that one always fears will happen but never actually happens – it spilled out into the seat and accumulated at the crack in a little pool. Oh well, at least my seats are pretty much the same color as the lasagna sauce.
  
• Every time I type lasagna MS Word turns it into lasagne.
  
• Construction workers and their doggone drills right under my feet at work all week.
  
• I talked out of my, um, rear parts, in almost every casual conversation I had and felt bad about it afterward.
  
• My bike broke, I took it apart and then realized I couldn't figure out how to put it back together (luckily i had some spare parts, so I can ride it now, albeit in a hobbled state).
  
• To cap off the great week, last night I was going to cook food for the week, and I started by sharpening my cook's knife. On the first stroke I lazily missed the sharpening steel completely and chopped the knife right into the knuckle on my thumb. Of course this led to me not sleeping very well (thanks for the vicodin, Andrew, but I didn't use it), and I'm pretty sure when I woke up and saw the semi-healed cut I almost had a panic attack. Some of us aren't used to physical pain and I'm one of "some of us". I've never broken a bone and only had stitches once, so I'm kind of a big baby when it comes to blood (at least MY blood).
  

Special props to my roommates Andrew, Beth, Wendy, and Lynsey who were in good spirits this week, knew I was having a crappy week and still hung out with me anyway. Beth even told me what to do when I cut my thumb open because apparently she cut her finger once in the same place, but even worse.

The theme word of the week was "of course".

• "Of course I just spilled lasagna in my car."
  
• "Of course I just spilled soda in my room and then knocked over a coffee carafe in the living room on the way to get a towel to clean up the soda."
  
• "Of course it's raining and my car windows are down."
  
• "Of course I just got in a fight with my friend and now he's run away."
  
• "Of course I just cut off my thumb."
  

Don't get me wrong. I'm not really in that bad of a mood and I'm not irritated. I'm not mad. I'm not even complaining. I'm just in the middle of that "of course" time of the year. I'm not sure if it's over yet, either. I hope so though. It's funny, I think, when the forces of nature and irony turn against one person for a short time. The object of that humour just happens to be me for the time being.

And – I don't believe in this stuff – but if you have a voodoo doll of me and you read this blog, will you please stop poking the back of my left shoulder? The constant twitching is driving me nuts.

DK

p.s. all the fights and relational issues are resolved. That's important.