Yesterday morning, Friday morning, was one of those mornings. No sleep, slightly hungover, it's raining outside and cold in my apartment. It is also Friday the 13th, as if that means anything. It was the type of morning in which the last thing I wanted to do was get my ass out of bed and go to work. Naturally, as befitting a morning like that, everything that could go wrong did- overslept, dozed off in the shower, came down with a rumbly tummy. And then the coup de grace- I cut myself shaving.

Of course I cut myself shaving. You always cut yourself shaving on a morning like that one. It's a given. Whenever you are having a really crappy morning and you're late to work, you will cut yourself shaving.

Which raises the philosophical question- do you cut yourself shaving because it's that kind of morning or do you cut yourself shaving because it's that type of morning.

Eh wait. What the hell did I just say? Strike that.

What I mean is you're having one of those mornings and it's just your fate to cut yourself shaving or is it because you're having one of those mornings and are stressed, in a rush, and not paying too much attention? In other words, is it the fates mocking you or is it your own damn fault?

Now, some people would say that it's your own damn fault. That there is no such thing as fate, destiny and kismet. They'd say that we bring everything upon ourselves due to various and sundry reasons and that we are responsible for all of our actions. The French would go farther and say that the cutting while shaving proves that there is no God and this shows the utter meaningless and absurdity of life. Psychaitrists, on the other hand, would also say that it's probably a result of some deep, dark psychological condition, probably brough on by self-sabotage and Inferiority complexes, and besides, it's really all our mother's fault.

Others, however, would argue the opposite. The Hindus might argue that it's karma for maybe eating that cheddar port wine bacon cheeseburger last weekend. Catholics might argue it's what happens for having naughty dreams about Catherine Bell. Other religious types would argue that the shave cutting is some sort of part of God's master plan and that all will be revealed at some point, probably either when the Messiah comes or when we die and go to the Pearly Gates to meet your reckoning ("sorry you had to miss the bus because God made you slice your chin up like that. Here, have a pass into Heaven and we'll give you Free TiVo just to make up for it"). And, of course, the ancient Greeks would argue that it's because not only are we lusting after someone, but that someone is our mother.

Me? I just think that one some crappy days, crappy things just happens. Maybe the Greek's had it right, except for the whole lusting after your mother thing.