I broke another mirror today. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t bother mentioning it, but it’s 11:21 p.m., and I just remembered I hadn’t taken a photo today.

While I was in the garage, I noticed the back door was unlocked. As I went to lock it, a filthy, disgusting cockroach ran across the wall. I grabbed a wire brush and smacked him with it, not considering what would happen. Now, I have a filthy, disgusting cockroach impaled on my wire brush. His luck seems arguably worse than mine at the moment.