Bad day...?

Welcome back friends new and old. Lets get right into it.

Today started out pretty normal, I got up a bit late (I didn't have to be in to work until noon and I didn't have any specific time I had to be at the gym so I slept a bit later then usual), I took the dog out, and packed my gym bag with my work clothes. I went to the gym, worked out for about thirty minutes, showered, got dressed, stopped at their juice bar for a protien shake and got in my car to go to work....this is where my day went downhill. I had apparently left my work shoes at home, despite the fact that I remember picking them up and setting them with my gym bag. So I had to drive all the way home to get them. I get home and sure enough there they are, sitting right under where my gym bag was. And what else is on the floor to my suprise? Dog shit. Now I am pretty pissed but I don't have any time to fuck with it since I am alreday going to be late for work since I had to come all the way home for these stupid shoes. So I hang up my towel from the gym, take my sweaty clothes out so my bag isn't stinky and leave. I get about two miles from home and remember that I had left my damn protien bar in my gym bag that I had planned on snacking on at work instead of something bad for me. DAMN IT!!! So I decided not to turn around and go back for it. But at this point I decide that my damn day is going downhill fast since I am now going to be like twenty minutes late for work and I left my snack at home so I call work and tell them I am not coming in (blame car troubles since I really had some two days ago and it didn't actually cause me anything but money problems). The funny thing is, when I spoke to someone at work apparently someone else called in and I would have been short staffed at work and pissed, so my plan to not go in was a good one as my day would have gotten even worse!

So now I am home. I am going to get out of my work clothes and into something more confortable, watch some TV (probally Rome from HBO on DVD) and maybe go get some air in my paintball tank. If Dave comes home later today and wants to hang out I might go over there. As of right now I have no plans.