Nothing is really pissing me off today.

I woke up this morning in a relatively good mood. I had a hearty breakfast and got in eighteen holes of frisbee golf on a beautiful Southern California day. Nothing in any way eventful happened at work and no one has really seemed to go out of their way to make my day worse at all. In fact, the last couple days of my life have been very calm, uneventful, I guess you could describe them as pleasant. Naturally, I am filled with dread. I never have two good days in a row, much less three, or four, this is all pointing to old man fate sneaking up and giving me a right good kicking. Now, I am no firm believer in karma but, if I were, I would consider a brief respite from the terrors of a normal day to be some sort of cosmic payment for the fact that I haven't beaten anyone silly with a pipe wrench for a while. However, since I do not believe in karma, or, for that matter, feng shui, I am positive that my kind actions are not being rewarded. No my situation is definitely dire, there is no justification for me to have so many uneventful days in which barely any idiocy has been rammed down my throat by the addlepated, moron zombies that walk my planet in search of a brain they can destroy with their stupifaction field. Beggars in search of spare coinage have walked away from me without a word, moving on to a more foreign and less me-like human coin purse. No one has tried to fight me, no one has tried to urinate on my leg while waiting for the light to change, nothing has happened, in the last few days, that usually happens to me on a daily basis in this little city by the sea. You can probably understand why I am so pissed off about all this, it means that the twisted circus side show that is life is taking a break but very soon, the freakshow barker in the top hat and mustache is gonna yell down an elephant load of human feces upon my worried head. You've heard of the calm before the storm, well this is the creepy boredom before the proverbial shitstorm. I am noy sure when or where but something really annoying and stupid is gonna happen to me and when it does, oh boy, am I gonna lose it. I am sure it will give me a sense of horror, rage and deep satisfaction when it all does happen, I will definitely write about it. Until then I will just try and keep my whits about me and carry a two foot piece of rebar in my jacket sleeve. Like I said though, this lack of being bothered is really getting to me.