Well, this morning got off to a stellar start.

Got up late, of course. I fell asleep in my room after watching The West Wing on tape (I missed the first 20 minutes, because I forgot to tape) at around 11. Woke up around midnight when Jen came in, watched Aqua Teen, washed my face, and went back to bed. Did not want to drag myself out of bed when the alarm went off.

Managed to get to the shower, decided to shave my legs and wear a skirt. Ran ridiculously low on hot water. For some reason, after I got out of the shower, I just could not summon enough energy to put on clothes. Finally managed to get back up off the bed and get dressed. Put on pantyhose, go to put on shoes and realize there is a giant hole in the heel of the pantyhose. Sigh.

Go downstairs to where my laundry is sitting, put on pantyhose that I really should have washed first.

And in order to finish the story, you need this piece of information…shortly after Jen and I moved in to our apartment, I bought one of those cheap $5 full-length mirrors. I had intended to attach it to my closet door, but never quite got around to it.

So, I have the mirror propped between my dresser and the closet door. I reach into the closet to shut off the light, and…

CRASH!

There goes the mirror. Expletives are muttered.

At this point, I’m already a good 15 minutes late. I choose to leave the pile of broken glass on the floor and deal with it later.

Anyone know how to counteract 7 years of bad luck? 😉