The Adventures of Tap

Yesterday did not start well for me.

While some people never start days well (not a morning person I take it?) I usually wake up and am ready to go with a positive – if not wholly cheerful – attitude. But not yesterday.

Yesterday I did not wake up to the cheerful but quiet dingle of my cellphone alarm, or to the bright and warming sunshine on my face, but to music coming from the kitchen. Paul, getting up early as he does every week day, whether he has an early shift at work or not, had decided to play some tunes while he started his day. Usually this would not bother me, as I had long ago accepted such things when I agreed to take the larger, but less private bedroom downstairs. Yesterday, however, the music seemed a little to loud, and a little too jarring. The guy who was singing sounded like a drunk chain smoker with most of his tongue missing. I leapt out of bed, yanked open my door, glared at Paul, and stormed to the bathroom to pee. But that was only the beginning.

I had not slept enough, and not wanting to miss any of my Economics lecture due to a less-than-satisfactory midterm, I bought a coffee when I got to school. My mood was improved only a little by the realization that roll up the rim had started, but little joy was soon killed by the painful protests of my stomach, which, for some random reason, decided that it didn’t like coffee that day. Nursing my coffee because of my refusal to waste anything I have to pay too much for, I carried it with me after class onto the bus, headed for pets mart. My guinea pig needed new bedding sooner than expected due to a leaky water bottle, and I was aiming to replace both. As I walked into the store I passed a garbage can and threw out my empty coffee cup, without rolling up the rim. Stopping dead in my tracks just inside the automatic sliding doors, my body gave a little jerk as I struggled with the impulse to go back and dig through the trash for my cup. Deciding in the end to just carry on, I made my way to the small pet isle. The cost for a dish to replace the bottle (which can’t leak, break, or be tipped over) and bedding that is both safe and does a remarkable job of controlling odour? Forty god damn dollars. Yet another thing to be pissed about.

As I made my way back to the bus stop, I though about just how perfect it would be if I missed my bus by only a few moments. As the stop came into view, #3 memorial, the bus I needed, zoomed past. I stood in the cold for 20 minutes waiting for a bus that is supposed to come every 15. I missed my bus stop and had to walk twice as far and across a ice an covered parking lot (I don’t do ice well) because I was to intently focused on the fact that the pain in my stomach had moved into my intestines. Once I got home I went to my room and did not leave it until my next class, thinking that if anything else happened to piss me off, I could at least curl up in bed with a book and maybe sleep off the bad start with a nap.

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