Is it my life? Or a whimsical British novel?

So I decided to clean my bathroom. Like REALLY clean it..and i'm not one for getting on my knees and scubbing the floor, but this time, I felt motivated.

So I clean the bathroom and it's sparkling....and i'm pretty impressed that I did such a good job. And after my bathroom is pristine, I figure the last thing to do is the floor. I get my srcubby brush and start scrubbing the floor. I have mopped the floor before, but never cleaned the grout inbetween the tiles. And they're GROSS. Like yucky dirty. It gets to the point where i'm just pushing dirty water back and forth. So I get out my trusty mop and wipe up the dirty water. And since the tub is the only place big enough to rinse out the mop....there goes my clean tub. But I figure that I can just quickly rinse it out since its clean already.

I finish the floor, and run outside to grab something out of my car, and when I come bakc, I hear that there's water running. I figured that i'd left the tub running from cleaning out the mop, but when I walk into my bathroom, i'm horrified.

For those of you who read my post a bit back, my landlord had knocked a hole in the ceiling becuse of the plumbing in the apartment above mine. At least the ceiling had prevented the water coming from above in constant streams, but now that there's a huge hole there, I come back into my bathroom after having cleaned it from corner to corner to find a stream of dirty rusty pipe water splashing down all over my clean bathroom.

And I just stood there, and put my hands on my hips and thought that this doesnt happen in real life. This is the stuff that sitcoms are made of.....either that, or the words you'd find written in Bridget Jones' diary. My landlord promised to fix the ceiling "tomorrow morning, i swear, i'll fix it tomorrow morning." That was 2 days ago.

After that, I cleaned up the new mess and resolved to myself not to clean my bathroom again in such detail until the ceiling was fixed.

Cut to today. My mom calls me, she's faxing something to someone for me, and she doenst have the fax number, I forgot to send it to her. So i have to get the paper, but fail to realize that the phone cord has wrapped itself around my foot, and when I go to walk away, my foot snags the cord, pulls the phone out of my hand and crashing to the floor AND rips the jack out of the wall.

I didnt bring my cordless with me, so this is a telecommunications disaster!!!

Do things like this happen to no one else??? Am I the only one who lives with these sorts of things? If someone experiences daily occurrences like this. Please write about them, it might make me feel better to know that i'm not the only one who's this unlucky.

Update: 12:18am. Turned around to crack my back while sitting on the floor, and smashed into a glass that was ALSO on the floor, breaking the glass, and slicing my hand to ribbons in the process. *here's to hoping I got all the glass out of my cuts*