So today you're feeling unlucky.
Really unlucky. Usually you're pretty unlucky, but today it feels especially so.
Honestly, it's as if someone out there took all the luck and left none for you, none of it.
You get up and decide to have...
Some ice cream! Since you don't want to touch the stove for fear of burning down the house. Plus your subconscious is telling you to get really fat for some reason.
The Kat is still asleep when the creepy guy and his car appear. You get in the car before you can stop yourself. It's like when that car arrives some subconscious instinct urgently tells you to get in the car.
At work you get anaesthetised, then wake up in the dumpster in a pile of dirty needles. When you walk back into the hospital the receptionist grabs your arm, hands you your pay cheque and tells you to go back home right now.
You get about 3 blocks before you remember that cabs are free in this town, but by then you're already passing the book store which has that chess game going on.
That was a very boring 60 minutes.
You head back home, the Kat sitter did a horrible job, the Kat's diaper needed changing and has apparently not mastered the technique of shoving a gerbil bottle in the Kat's mouth when it mewls.
You decide to have dinner, but since you're still avoiding the stove you have...
Salad.
You're tired, so you put the Kat back in its cage and go to bed.