The dog took my girl scout cookies.
I could really use a cookie this morning and have no idea where the dog hid them; she doesn't eat 'em. No need to swear in here as I am at home and was able to let loose on a nice tirade.
In other news, my sports car continues its streak of bad luck. The first incident was that it rolled off a hill into a tree. In the exhaustion after a 100 hour work week I forgot to set the parking brake and put it in gear. I was so distraught that Mrs. C had to handle the details. It took nine weeks to repair, whereas I had only had it for seven weeks prior to the accident. A few weeks after my wife died, the car was hit by a Presbyterian center bus. This was after I had turned to religion. I remained composed that time and was actually consoling the bus driver. The latest was that a rat took up residency while I let it sit through the winter. Will find out more on the extent of the damage come Monday. More or less taking it in stride.
Fuck this life, where I now have perspective that damage to my nicest possession isn't that big of a deal; and where little things, such as not having a small comfort food, can push me over the edge.