Oh, what a joy some days are.

• In trying to hit my alarm clock, I knocked something on my head.
• Getting out of bed, I stuck my foot in a cardboard box I had on the floor.
• I got outside and it was raining even though all the weather reports said it was supposed to be nice. (This is nothing an Oregonian should complain about.) However, I had to walk two block to my car since it was street cleaning day and we had to have our cars off certain streets.
• I got to go to the doctor, who told me there was all sorts of odd things with my blood count, so they had to poke another hole in my arm.
• When I got back to my car, I noticed that my bumper was screwed up. The spot I parked in last night (away from the house because of the street cleaning) was in a large pile of leaves. It was the best open spot I could find. A neighbor later told me she thought there was concrete under the leaves.

I removed the outer bottom piece of plastic, sawed it into pieces, and stuck in the garbage. It’s not like I can afford to get it fixed.

I can’t believe the yuppies gentrifying the neighborhood and leaving their crap out in the street for jobless schmucks like me to hit. It’s bad enough that the guy probably raked all his leaves off of his property and out in front of his house for the street cleaner. I, on the other hand, accept the leaves that fall on the property. If it’s out in the street, it’s a present for the city.

Hearing that I might be sick just makes me exhausted, so I took a long nap and got nothing done once again.