TMW you acknowledge that you will not get home tonight, stuck at some train station in the middle of nowhere - after a particularly exhausting day. Followed by TMW two hours later when you realise that you will actually be home earlier than if you had completed the originally planned journey. Followed some half hour later by TMW you realise that you are a complete fuck-up
TMW you feel like trolling the entire world by finding a way to contact Donald Trump and asking him to please ban the Grand Theft Auto series from America. TMW you realize that you're not that heartless.
That moment when you realise you are currently only able to experience three moods: bad, worse, and hit the deck.
That moment when you`r school`s computers decided to specifically filter the word puppet, for no reason you can decipher.
Clearly it's allied with the puppets that are sick of us manhandeling them with our hands and strings. Also TMW you are writing your colonial mystery and you find that you have inadvertently based Amo's boss at the tavern...from your own. Good. Frickin'. Lord...
That moment when you realize you're walking down the hall at work on a Friday afternoon, and your "singing under your breath" has gotten audible to the students passing by. That moment when you realize that this is what you're singing: I either need to go to work at a grade school, or find something else to sing.
That moment when you're wondering whether it's just lack of sleep or whether you've got norovirus. That moment when you realise it most definitely is NOT just lack of sleep and you're going to be spending the rest of the day with your head in the toilet. Fail.
TMW you wake up at 3:15 and decide to go back to sleep ... only to have a nightmare that your boss is chopping off the fingers of everyone at your workplace with an old paper cutter. Also TMW you have a nightmare that you're desperately trying to evacuate a hurricane, but you have to use the restroom. When you do, you discover that you're peeing blood. TMW you need to get up to get breakfast and get ready for work, but your cat is snuggled in your lap and is sleeping contently.
TMW you don't get out of bed despite knowing that if you don't you're going to have a hypnagogic hallucination and freak the fuck out.
That moment... you get distracted by a handsome stranger while putting a lid on your coffee and spill hot coffee on yourself.
TMW a girl gets distracted by your good looks and rough manly charm and spills coffee all over herself (PS good to see you're getting over the stand up loser )
Also (from this pm) TMW you are in waitrose and a highly attractive woman seems to be continually looking at you instead of watching where she's going and walks straight into a closed door , and you're thinking "hey , I've still got it" until you realise that she was actually checking out the group of Royal marines just behind you
That moment when.... you think you're Jack Kerouac and start drinking alcohol to motivate your writing, but end up staring blankly at your computer screen and get on writing forums instead.