daily downfalls

The past day has been a whopper of an experience. All in one day, these are the events that have occurred.

1. Stepped in dog shit in my own home, the kind of shit that goes in between every crevice it can ooze into.

2. My mother managed to track said shit to two bars and smear it on my white messenger bag.

3. I spilled beer on myself....(spilled the only beer I drank).

4. My mother thought it was a *good* idea to wash my leather dance shoes which are now trying to recuperate on the back porch. Who in their right mind thinks it makes sense to put anything leather into a washing machine? 

These are, of course, all privileged mishaps, and to that I say: yes, I am lucky to have had such nice dance shoes and a messenger bag not covered in shit.

More importantly, tomorrow is the big day. worryworryworryworryworryworryworryworryworry

I will not spend any more time worrying now.

Carry on.