same shit, different day

I hate Sundays, or any day before a working week begins. Because I'll start calculating my steps just to make sure I don't land in a pile of dog shit and end up smelling like poo for the rest of the week. I mean to say that, ending the weekend on a bad note often signifies that I will ride into a week of doom and gloom.

And tonight, land in a pile of dog shit I did. And worse off, it wasn't even my fault.

Bah. So much for bright and shiny.