Several bad things just happened to me

Several bad things just happened to me and I needed a forum of more than 500 characters to express my feelings about said events when I remembered, ‘I have a blog.’

It is a lazy Sunday and I take a nap on the couch because reading public health articles makes me tired. (Does this mean I have chosen my destiny to be forever tired?) The nap is nice but the dreams not so much. I was on Chicago’s “L” train blue line heading to the airport. This makes sense as I recently travelled that very line on a trip to Chicago. But what does not make sense is that I get off at my friend’s stop. I do not know from whence I came but I was not meant to be visiting my friend. I leave the platform to look for a cab to the airport when I remember that the train will go all the way to the airport so I reenter the platform only to realize that I do not have my black, rolly suitcase. I have my giant duffle and my backpack but no rolly suitcase. Then I start to question if I even brought my rolly suitcase and try to rack my brain as to where I last used my rolly suitcase, one of the options being my late grandmother’s house which I have not been to in a while. Whatever. The point is I never make it to the airport as I am transported into dream two, rolly suitcase in hand. (Wha? Where did my duffle and backpack go?) I start dreaming of real strangers about whom I know nothing. Personal stuff too, like watching the wife have a new mother emotional breakdown as I omnipresently judge them on the smallness of their house when actually they are the kind of people whose house is featured in magazines. I should not be dreaming this so I pause the dream and wake up to find the clock reading noon.

Great. I just had not the best dream and now it is pm and I have not accomplished as much as I had hoped in the morning hours, but that is not news. What is news is that it is lunchtime. In an effort to be tidy despite my mood, I carry some dishes from the coffee table to the kitchen when it happens. Simultaneously, the garbage disposal decides it is unwilling to eat the hidden spoon in the drain so instead decides to spray day-old, seaweed filled miso soup all over my face and white tank top while a cup that I just placed on the counter falls off the counter and breaks while it sprays the last few drops of cereal milk over my toes and the floor. I am a little upset. I understand it is just an old, plastic, college cup and I in fact, have another just like it, but the fact that I have had this cup for 11 years gives it some value. I then pour my next cup o’ generic bag fruit rings into yet another old, plastic, college cup and eat it, grumpy and standing in my dirty tank top, in the kitchen while my leftover potatoes are heating up under the broiler in the oven. I would love to say I was distracted composing this post in my head and all the potatoes burnt to a crisp but they did not. They were delicious.