Murphy's Law

It was hard to get up this morning. I mean hard.

After rolling out of bed, I fumbled for my glasses and the lamp. I'm really, really sick of waking up to pitch black. After randomly choosing clothing items from my "closet" and praying they don't look half bad together, it was time to make coffee. Oh coffee, bitter nectar of the Gods, how complete you make my life!

But then it happened.

Despite the fact that my hand was square over the garbage bin, the disgusting used grinds from God knows when veer off course and with a resounding plop land on the not so clean kitchen floor.

I stood there, shell shocked and confused. Once I collected my senses from amid the spilled grinds I grabbed the paper towels and wiped it up as best I could.

I hate Mondays.