Today is the day. Today is the day when everything that could go wrong, does go wrong. Why do I even bother getting out of bed?
I spill coffee on my shirt, my pants are on backwards, and I just set off the fire alarm. What's the story behind all this madness?
_goals:I swear, I had a plan. I even made a to-do list. But somehow, someway, it all got away from me.
I just wanted to make a nice cup of tea, but now the cat is using the bathroom, the dog is chewing on the curtains, and the phone is ringing nonstop.
I'm starting to think it's minimalist chic. Less stuff, less mess, less stress. What's the point of it all, anyway?
Wait, what day is it again?