3rd time's a charm

Within the course of about an hour and a half, it is already not a good day.

1) Making a delicious bagel. Cream cheese, capers, cucumbers, lox. And I drop one of the halves. Luckily, I suppose, it drops face up, so it's not the end of the world. But, I still have to remake one of them.

2) On my way to class, I stop in time to avoid getting into a bike accident. But it was a close call.

3) Also on my way to class, a bird poops on me. In my hair, on my backpack, on my bike. Delicious.

No more, please.

Update@12:49pm: and, when I got back from class, there were no chicken skewers left. Of course, the one day that is my favorite lunch, I don't sign up for a late plate. There were extras next door, so crisis averted.

I need a nap. And a shower.