Speaking of terrible days!

Monday. The worst day of the week. I wake up on my own just to find out that I`m late, `cause during the night the alarm clock was unplugged. I get up as soon as I realize what day is it. 7.03. I still have time. While I`m getting dressed, I draw a mental picture of all the things I need to carry with me: keys, bus ticket, money, watch. I can`t find the bus ticket. I know I had it on my hand just a minute ago. Where is it, for Crhist`s sake? Oh, it`s on the table. I see my puppies and I understand that I must feed them before I leave. I go out with their food, and I see with horror that they have had fun tearing down the today`s newspaper. Bad puppies! My mom`s gonna kill me! OK. Another thing to remember: buy a newspaper. Finally I leave home, and as I`m getting to the bus stop, the fricking bus comes along, completely empty (!) That`s all right, I say to myself. The next one will be here in just 25`... Every single person of my neighbourhood gets on. 7.59. It also seems like the bus driver (who is always on a hurry) has decided today to slow down, and drives as if he was driving the train of the fun fair! At this point I`m hysterical. Oh no! The boy I secretely love has just gotten on. Why is this happening to me? Iget so stupid when he is around... 8.20. Almost getting there. I get of, and I start walking relieved, `cause I still have a chance to be on time. One, two, three steps and I notice something strange. No. Yes. No. Yes! My left shoe has just broken (%&/··$"!!·$%··&&()=) This means swearing. Never mind, I still can do it. Of course, it will take me an hour to walk with that damn shoe, but everything is possible. I get to the place (water!). I`m supposed to look for a person. Her name? I don`t remember it, but what`s the problem? I know exactly where to find her. What? She`s absent? You mean, she didn`t come? Oh. Oh! ($%$&/()=&%$··%&%/(/&%$%) A little bit more of dirty language, suitable for this ocassion. I`ll go home, then. Five more blocks, walking with a shoe that I`m already thinking about throwing to the garbage, and that`ll be it. The time: what do I fricking care about the time? I just wanna get home.
I`m at the bus stop now. Great! A gigantic bee is on my shoulder! Don`t you know, you little maniac that I`m alergic to your poison?Get out, go and disturb somewhere else. Ok, it`s gone. Brilliant, the bus is coming (crowded, of course!). Home, finally! First question of my mom: how did it go? No answer. Second question: what happened to the newspaper? No answer either. I dare to look at the clock. 9.15. I still have to survive almost 15 more hours of this Monday. I hate Mondays, I really do!
* All the events described above are real. Ì know, it`s impossible that someone can have such a bad luck, but it`s real, believe me.