Bear's stupid moment of the day.

I'm depressed. 

I wasn't depressed an hour ago. That's how quickly my depression creeps up on me.


It all started when I got home from my haircut. I was hungry, so I heated up some noodles in my brand-new microwave, and I also made a sandwich and stuck a can of Ginger-Ale in my pocket. Now, this story won't go anywhere until I tell you about my house…


I've got three floors in my house, main floor, basement and the top floor. Between each floor is a 'landing', where the stairs meet, then continue on. The stairs are shiny and wooden, and there's nothing in between them. They're fancy, but suck if you slip on them, or get your foot stuck in between the two steps. 

I took this picture from the main floor. The top landing is where the terrible scene happened. If you wanted to see the mess, I'm sorry. I cleaned it up before I thought about taking pictures.

So anyway, I had my food with me, a plate in each hand, when I saw my book sitting on the counter. I couldn't just leave it there, oh no! I had to take it with me, all the way upstairs, even though I wasn't planning on reading it! So, I put the plate on which my sandwich was sitting, waiting to be eaten, and placed it on the book. I then grabbed my book with the plate on top, and had my noodles in the other hand, and I made my journey up the staircase.


When I reached the landing, my plate with the sandwich slipped off my book, and fell to the granite floor. It crashed, and shattered into a middle pieces. I couldn't even cry out, because I had a fork in my mouth, and didn't want it to fall and hit the littered floor. 


There was glass E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E! I couldn't even take a step without stepping on the shattered plate! (Luckily I was wearing thick socks!) I shook the glass off my pants, and ran up the rest of the stairs. I quickly put my noodles, fork, book and Ginger-Ale in my room, then went to deal with the mess. 


Not only was the glass on the landing, it was on the stairs leading to the main floor, it was ON the main floor, the stairs leading to the basement landing, the stairs leading to the basement, and it was even all over the basement! It was only a small plate!!


My brother, doing the first nice thing for me all day, came and took a dust pan and dealt with the basement stairs. But I had to dig out the vacuum and clean the main floor, the upstairs landing, and the stairs between the landing and the main floor. My brother had finished his "being-nice" moment of the day, and had gone back to his video games. I checked the stairs he had supposedly 'cleaned', and found them still littered with glass. 


Now I had finished the main floor and up, but I had to do the stairs leading to the basement landing, then the stairs to the basement, and finally the basement! It took awhile, but I got all the little suckers! 


Now, I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet! My sandwich, when it had fallen along with the plate, had been infested by small pieces of glass! I ended up having to throw it out and make a new sandwich. Then when I got back upstairs, I was greeted by my noodles, which had gone cold! 


I then had to go back down to the main floor, where the kitchen is, and heat up my noodles again! (They tasted better after the first heating).


But on a more happier side-note, my new haircut is pretty nice :)