chris and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Maybe I just should have stayed in bed this morning.

I was off bright and early on my bike to pick up a parcel at UPS way out in industrial-ville. I was cruising along the Lachine Canal, enjoying the warm weather after yesterday's snow. I made it about 6km from home before I got a flat tire. Hmph. No metro nearby. Hmph. So I bitterly walked home, without the package that I set out to get. It took 2 hours. At least I got some excersize, I suppose.

Home and bitter about my failed morning mission, I put some veggie soup on the stove to warm up and ran across the street to get some pitas, locking myself out of the apartment. Big hmph. I called Rob at school and he raced home to let me in to a smoke-filled apartment where my veggie soup was burnt to a crisp in the bottom of the pot.

After that, there really wasn't much I could do but put on my PJ's and call it a day. It's just not worth the risk of going outside again when my luck's this bad.