When I got home last night, my key didn't work in the door, my dad wasn't home, and my roommate was asleep. My roommate is the lightest sleeper I know. I rang the doorbell, I threw myself against the door, I called the house twice, and I was yelling on my porch, which is right under her (open) window. I was BEYOND pissed. Eventually I called my dad and he came home from Brighton and figured it out, but basically my day started off on the wrong foot at midnight.
This morning I got to work and the office had flooded, rendering all my books on hold trash, the carpet wet, and the air mildew-tinged.
I can't wait for this day to take a good turn.