Gimme something to break

Sometimes there are these days.
Days you know from the very start you'd rather just stay in bed.
Sunday. First, you wake up because your mobile is ringing. A friend, asking about math homework (that you did not take a look at yet, of course). A bit of resentment, but you're fine. Now that you've remembered about school, get up and shower. But before that, you have to clean up the mess from yesterday night to be able to walk through to the bathroom. Bang your foot on the edge of your closet (after all it's the little things that make life worth living). You step on the scale and realize that you shouldn't have eaten that whole cake all by yourself. Then your mother shows up, tells you not to forget to do this and that. Yes, wish you a good morning too. Sitting now at your desk before a huge pile of homework, you don't know where to begin.

Pisses me off.
I just stood up with the wrong leg today!