"Another frustrating day as always", I say to myself. Getting out of the car, I notice the sky getting darker with rain clouds. I quicken my pace as I head to my apartment door. Taking out my keys, I curse at the sight of my now sopping wet paperwork in my other hand. This is just my luck. The luck of Andy Floyd, the "successful" businessman. Upon entering, I realize I should've just kept the lights off so I wouldn't have to see the "present" the kids left me. At least they're gone for the weekend with my sister. For now, maybe I should try to relax, god knows the last time I did that, no thanks to that woman. I turn on the TV and begin surfing through channels, but of course there's nothing good on. Suddenly, there's a tapping barely audible with the noise of the TV, or maybe it is the old box. I turn off the thing and the noise stops. "Of course the stupid thing is breaking." A "beautiful" ending to a "perfect" day, I decide to just give up and go to sleep.
