Beware

The Ides of March came early for me this year.

I was awoken Wednesday morning to the sound of a motorcycle revving up in the parking lot outside my bedroom window, a congested-sounding noise that continued for at least 5 minutes. Almost immediately after it started, the upstairs neighbor started up the shower, with its whistling pipes, for a 15-minute cleansing and I quickly determined that I was doomed. Definitely doomed in terms of getting back to sleep, but I suspected it was all a portent to the doomed day ahead.

I'm not sure if it occurred to me that perhaps I should just stay in bed (although given how the bed experience was the first to go bad, I can imagine I probably figured there was nowhere to hide) but I went into work where the day went about as badly as it could. I did leave work early, stopping by the drug store only to discover that they've discontinued my prescription decongestant (really?!), and managing to avoid getting hit by at least one car.

But home did not offer the safety I'd been hoping for. Daniel came over, I thought just to talk about a miscommunication we'd had earlier in the day, but instead ended our current dating arrangement. Did not see that coming, no matter how doomed I was feeling.

Next time, maybe I will try just calling in doomed.