Thursday

A bunny ran up the street. I got buzzed by a bee in my own garage. A dried out, round rubber foot that my chair used to sit on snagged in the carpet and broke off in three pieces when I moved the chair. The toilet in the little bathroom almost overflowed, and had to be plunged. The telephone rang ten times before I could get to it and when I answered nobody was there. When cooking, I miscalculated the size of my dinner and ended up eating too much, then fall asleep on the couch. Portia was stuck outside for four hours. I slept through the first half of The Daily Show and must watch the one o'clock repeat.

Thursday.