It’s amazing how quickly it can turn into one of those weeks. You know the ones, where it doesn’t what you do, nothing seems to go right. It’s not like I could’ve even gotten out of the wrong side of the bed or anything. That would usually require a bed to get out of. Well, this is the story of how it went wrong, then went even wronger (yes that is a real word), before I hit rock bottom. Well you know what they say about rock bottom; sometimes it's a false floor.

This is my first attempt at a story, so don't be expecting any great things. Any constructive criticism is welcome.