Oh well
I spilled half a (little) bottle of baby oil all over one of the rugs in the bathroom.I tried for three hours to come up with a good opening for my Syracuse essay.
While making my breakfast, I knocked over the jar of cinnamon, and broke the top (although not the glass, thank goodness).
While eating my breakfast, I realized that my taste buds are too pedestrian to really enjoy a year and a half old cheddar.
But I am having a good hair day.
