A Weird Morning for Brian

So this morning a bunch of weird things happened. I'm not sure if this is a good or bad omen for the day, but I think it means something. And to that stupid dream interpreter, it doesn't mean I should be questioning my sexuality. (Side Note: I saw a dream interpreter once. I described a dream, that was basically a combination of Harry Potter and Conspiracy Theory. It had to do with people who were secretly wizards riding around on those old time bicycles with gigantic front wheels, and I wondered how they got up there, and the government arrested me for asking, and it turned out they floated up there. The dream interpreter said "Hmm, very interesting... Have you ever questioned your sexuality? So I had sex with her, and then left in a huff. What a slut!)

Anyhow, first I went around to various parts of the neighborhood putting up garage sale signs because we're having a garage sale. While I was in the midst of shoving a sign into the dirt, a car full of hot Swedish bikini team members drove by and honked and squealed at me. (Maybe they were just regular girls, I guess I don't know.) Anyhow, this struck me as odd because it was like 7:30 AM, and I was dressed in the clothes I slept in, and I hadn't showered or shaved or brushed my teeth or taken my morning dookie, or anything. Basically I looked like a sleepy bum, and I was carrying a garage sale sign and a half-eaten Slim Jim. Really attractive.

So then after I got done shoving signs into the dirt (by the way, I'm sure the chaos that comes with a garage sale will inspire a later post) I walked over to a port-a-potty to pee and tripped on a tiny stick and fell down and got all dusty. I got really mad at the stick so I picked it up and whipped it at a tree really hard, but it hit a branch and ricocheted back at my face so I had to hop out of the way. I was starting to feel a little like Donald Duck.

Fianlly, I walked into the potty and peed, and all the while the potty was making a humming sound. I was confused. I walked out, and then curiosity got the best of me, so I opened the door back up to try to comprehend the source of the humming. When I opened the door I saw like 40 hornets flying out of the toilet hole. I freaked out and ran away and almost tripped on the little stick again. There were hornets in the toilet hole! I hate hornets! One could have flown right up my urethra, and then where would I have been? Probably dead. I'm guessing if a hornet stings you on your inside-weiner, you die.

It might just be one of those days. I'll probably get struck by lightning or eaten by a bear this afternoon. Oh well, so be it.