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This past Sunday I had one of those days where you feel like absolutely nothing can go your way. I felt as if the universe was almost toying with me, just to see how far it could push me before I broke. (I tend to get a little dramatic.)

It started off with me waking up 10 minutes past the time I was supposed to be at work. Isn't that always a lovely feeling? As if working on a Sunday isn't bad enough. I'm forced to rush out of bed, grab something somewhat presentable from my closet to wear, brush my teeth, and run out the door. As I'm pulling out of the garage to leave, I look down to change the channel on the radio and I suddenly hear a crunch. I scraped into the side of the garage ramp. I immediately pretend that it didn't actually happen and pray that there's no sign of damage. No such luck. I park my car at work and notice a huge scrape AND a dent on the front of the car. My work day drags by and I can't shake the tiredness to the point that I practically feel hungover, despite the fact that I didn't drink a drop of alcohol the night before.

After finally making it through the day at work I decide to go home and go for a run, hoping that will help me end the day on a good note. I change into my running clothes, fill my water bottle, and then discover that my precious iPod is no where to be found! I seriously wanted to punch someone. (I'm not really a violent person)

Today is Wednesday and I have yet to recover from this horrible Sunday. I've felt tired all week and bummed out. My mom and I decided to term this feeling, "sad pudding." For some reason it just seemed to fit.

Anyway, I'm writing this post as a plea to the universe. Please don't deal me a day this bad for at least 5-10 years, if at all. In fact, Universe, how about you allow me to cash in my good karma for a winning lottery ticket this week!