Thursday Fiction

What do you call a day where your smoke detector starts beeping for the third day in a row? What do you call a day where you spend much of the early afternoon Photoshopping a picture of you and your friend's dog? What do you call a day where you find yourself plucking a nose hair not because it's obtrusive but because it's white?

I don't know what you call it. I call it "Thursday".

Normally I try to be humorous with things that happen to me. It's uncommon that I write something from scratch. While the following is not horribly inconsistent with what I might do, if I had suffered severe head trauma and hadn't been on a date in a while, it's still definitely in the realm of fiction. Here goes...