I am a man of who does not like change. I like consistency. Well, a pair of ripped pants threw off my consistency. Usually, I run home, get changed, eat some dinner, and watch some TV.
Well, this morning while getting ready I noticed that my pants had a nice sized tear in them. So, I had to change again, and head off to work. That’s not he part that bothered me. No, I had to head out to the store after work. I wanted to replace the pants quickly. I ran out and got some shopping done.
Now, my night is all out of whack. Hell, even Loki’s schedule seems to be a bit thrown off.
I hate changes to routine.