I awoke just before dawn to footsteps on my porch and realized there was burglar. I quickly called the police and realized they took my toilet, really, my toilet, well, I didn't feel so lucky now.
Ok, so now I have my toilet stolen, I am sore all over, someone knocked over my trash can, so can this day get any worse, someone just shoot me now.
I ate some cereal and decided to play my guitar to see if that helped my mood.
After the newspaper arrived, I read to see if there was anything available. Yay, I applied for the singer profession and not too long after I applied, I actually got an oppurtunity to do a sing a gram to cheer somone up. Wow and after that I got a couple more gigs and I am going to play at the park. I decided to splurge and get a new hairdo and a new outfit, that seemed to help my mood quite a bit.
At the end of the day, I was really tired, but on the way home, I felt so good that I started singing on the sidewalk, people probably thought I was crazy, but after terrible start to my day, this just seemed like the thing to do. I am on my way and I only hope things are looking up.