Someone Has a Case of the Mondays

I spilled coffee on my white skirt this morning in the most spectacular way. The lid on my traveling mug wasn't on right, so that none of the coffee ended up in my mouth, and all of it ended up on my skirt. The coffee was still hot, too.

And I guess this is a pretty minor thing, but on the subway this morning, a homeless man wandered by me and brushed me, as in actually touched me. Twice. Eegh. Call me crazy, but I do not like being touched by strangers, especially if they are the unwashed masses. I was tres displeased. That's right, displeased in a Frenchified way.