No explanation necessary, I assume.

• I spilled my masala chai all over the kitchen.
• My dad's upset with me about charges on my debit card; ones which my mother allowed me to make.
• I hadn't even gotten over my last cold completely and now I'm getting sick again.
• I lost the cap for my EF-S macro lens.
• I'm playing miniature golf with Mom and Stephan after school (ugh).
• My blow dryer exploded. Literally.
• The vanilla frosting from my Babycakes cookbook which I tried to make for Mom's mint icebox cake failed miserably.
• I've had a stomach ache for pretty much the last 48 hours.
• Our conversation on "The Secret Sharer" by Joseph Conrad in Halpern's class today sucked.
• I realized that life just may not have any intrinsic meaning.
• I have some strange red mark on my face that makes me look like I got punched in the eye.
• Angels and Demons was fucking awful.
• Swinehart fast-forwarded the last 20 minutes of "Good Will Hunting," thereby violating nearly every rule in my movie-watching book.
• One straight hour of an IB Psychology essay exam.
• I had to stay until 9:00 at school working on the senior issue of the paper, causing all sorts of transportation-related stress in the process.
• I think I broke the front brake on my bicycle.
• I had my very last period of Mr. Halpern's class.
• IT WAS HOT AS FUCK. ALL. DAY. LONG.
• I have the worst cough of my entire life. I think that I'm slowly but surely wearing away the lining of my esophagus.