Ok seriously what the hell is wrong with me?!

I get home from my kickboxing class, and I'm thinking, 'Hey! I'm bloody starving!' so decide I'm going to make myself a burger on the BBQ! I throw on two Calgary Stampede burgers cause I have this great idea that I'm making a double cheese double meat burger and it's going to be fantastic!! So I cook em up, and on the last flip before the BBQ sauce, one of them attemps an escape to freedom and jumps off the grill hits the deck, ROLLS across the deck off the balcony an into the gutter of the lady below me. All I could say as watached it fly into the gutter was, "You have to be fucking kidding me."

So to top it off, after eating my single pattie single cheese burger, I make some popcorn to forget my sorrows over the long lost pattie. You see I have this great popcorn maker, you twist the handle and it stirs the kernels so they don't burn. Anyhow, it all pops fine and dandy. and I'm all happy. I go to dump it in the bowl, and the bottom drops off the popcorn contraption and it spills into the sink over the counter and onto the floor, leaving me with a lot less popcorn that I was anticipating and a pain in the ass pickup session to do.

I think I'm going to sit in a little bubble for the rest of the week so as not to injure myself or anyone who comes in contact with me.