It's Me

It's 10:45 PM and I just got home from work. I'd been there since 8:50 this morning. And the stuff that I had to get done today -- didn't get done. The day started off with Younger Son son stepped on a piece of glass in the basement which we couldn't get out, so he had to go to the ER. I should have gone with him. But no, off to work I went (Dave had already made arrangements to take the morning off to take my dad to a doctor's appointment). Twice in as many days, while trying to run an long and complicated process which I'm not entirely familiar with, a file I use has mysteriously been cut in half. For no real reason. Nothing I did, nobody knows why. I'm suspecting a virus or corrupted software somewhere. Then, to top everything off, when I got home my door broke as I was coming in. Everything I touch is breaking! YS, all my stuff at work, the door. Older Son won't let me touch him. I feel like there should be a dark cloud over my head. I'm having packzi for dinner and going to sleep. Tomorrow has to be better, right?