It's Thanksgiving, folks.

Today, my life was a Mr. Bean gag reel.

After an unproductive morning, I got it into my head to donate blood. I posted a Facebook status to encourage everyone to do the same, and I hopped into my car. Fifteen minutes later, I realized I was on the wrong street, and I’d overshot directly into the heart of Mountain View traffic. Ten minutes, a u-turn, and just fifty feet later, I got stuck in a right turn lane.

Which funneled me into a grocery store parking lot. At 2:30 p.m. The day before Thanksgiving.

And when I got to the blood center, I found out that I’d left my photo I.D. at home; not only did that mean I couldn’t give blood, but I was driving without a license, and I passed a cop on my way out of the parking lot.

Thankfully, the cop wasn’t psychic, but the mission was a horrible failure.

I’d like to take a moment to give thanks that my vicious cycle is a comedy, and that my definition of a horrible failure is that blood stays inside my body.