Tuesday tittle

I usually tread carefully on Tuesday's because they have a tendency to snap under my feet in spiky shards.
Something akin a bear trap that randomly shuts, locking, even slicing at your ankle, throwing you off balance, wrecking the entire bearings of the day on your head.
Tuesday's are not for me. If anything has to go wrong it will go wrong on a Tuesday.
Murphy, I believe, picks out people like me and dances over their fate with hob nailed boots.

Case in point this morning.
When my alarm rang with the cacophony of slaughtering pigs, or so I thought as it melted into my dreams.
I turned it off and went back to sleep, without waking up at my designated time; in fact I woke up much later. T'was almost 7:30 and much too late.
Grumbling with some sort of anger left in my head because of residual dreams, I was a portrait of irritable snaps, and I feared a meltdown in the morning just walking into the kitchen.
Something inside me incited me to fling cutlery at unsuspecting people, and it was with great restraint that I held back my recently sharpened knife from plunging into a torso.
I'm loathe to admit that I shovelled leftovers in a tiffin box and called it lunch and didn't even bother fixing breakfast.
I don't know what it was but I was in one of the worst moods I've seen myself.
Was there a reason to it?

No..just a couple odd dreams, manifesting some odd desires that I've never much thought of, ones that aren't impossible but not feasible either, not least because I do not much care for them, but once you see them projected in such vivid 3D, you begin second guessing yourself.
And the thing with dreams is that they are a jumble of fantasies and regrets, and there was one frame where I faced rejection, a feeling I'm mostly novice to, and it was with that dream I woke up and forgot to thread it from reality of the day.

It's almost 11:30 and I contemplate on my to do list for the day.
Everything takes a backseat to the finishing of the story I have going, and I have a few chores to run which I will with haste, but knowing that it's Tuesday perhaps I should tread that much more carefully.
You never know which corner misfortune sits ready to pounce on me today.