My morning.

So today, I woke up t my dog leaping onto my face howling because she heard a siren. Then I went to get breakfast but didn't have my cereal so I had to have another kind, which always throws off my day because breakfast keeps me from puking my medicine. Then, I puked cause of my medicine, and headed out for a run. I've been catsitting for my pastor, so I go feed the cat on my run. Well, after feeding last night I put the house key on the table by my couch, but my Dad bought an obnoxiiously huge piece of furniture. So our dining room was merged hurriedly into our living room, where the key was, So this morning, the key was gone. So I searched for 45 minutes, to no avail. Sorry Ryan, but I did double feed Spock yesterday, so he'll be good until I go hme to look for the key more afterwork.
 Anyway, After the missing key fiasco, I finally said whatever and did my run, but it wasn't relaxing at all. I got home after 5 miles, showered, and got ready for work. While getting ready, my parents decided to take the boat out today, which means they take my truck. So I rushed and grabbed all my stuff I need from the car, threw it in Moms car, and continued getting ready for work.
Got ready for work, grabbed my veggie-fruit smoothie, and jumped in the car. Went 2 miles, sipped my smoothie, and braked fast to avoid a cat running across the road. Smoothie exits cup, and lands all over me. So I turn around, go home and change again, and head back to work. I get to work, go to grab my key to open the showroom, but guess what! My key is on the keyring that goes to my truck, that Dad has. Wonderful. So I called Dad, he brings me my key, and I clock in half an hour late. And now I'm at work, wondering why I was even alive when I woke up this morning. And theres a spot of green smoothie on my shirt from where it was on the seatbelt after my spill. I pretend that's what the salesmen are staring at. Nasties.
But one of our customers just told me his car broke down in S.C and he got pnemonia, and is here to turn in his rental and buy a new car so he can make it back home in South Beach, where he hasn't been in a month. So I guess my 4 hours of disaster isn't so bad. Hopefully it can only get better now. Otherwise I'll probably just put myself into a coma for a while.
Spectacular.