[ WP ] A man wakes up one day to find that he had gained a superpower . The next day , he gains another , completely random and new superpower . This continues everyday . At first , everything seems fine , even awesome . Until his randomly generated superpowers started to conflict with each other ...

[ If you like this, day two can be posted later tonight or tomorrow. ] 
 
 You woke up today, and for some reason you were just as chipper as could be. Without even opening the coffee can. Weird. Oh well, take the win, right? You glance at the clock and you realize you've overslept your alarm, so you start to get up to rush about your morning routine. After you throw off your blanket, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand. Suddenly everything blurs and you slam into the wall on the far side of the room. Whoa! Slow down there, turbo! Definitely should n't have had those last couple of shots of tequila. 
 
 You reach over and turn the doorknob, opening it up and that weird blur happens again, then you're in the bathroom. You stare stupidly at the toothbrush and make a mental note to Google hangover amnesia. You look for head injuries, stick out your tongue and look at it cross-eyed in the mirror. Finally you give up and start brushing your teeth. After that it's a shower, then you go to get dressed for work. 
 
 It does n't take long to realize that something is very, very wrong. Every few minutes when you move to another part of the house, the world blurs and suddenly you're there. You did n't want to believe it, but when you went to grab the work laptop and reports you'd printed off, the papers were flying around the room like a huge gust of wind kicked up. No way, man, no way... 
 
 You decide maybe you'd better have a visit to your doc. 
 
 `` Hey boss, I know you needed my reports yesterday. I've got them all right here, but somethin is n't sitting right with me --'' 
 
 `` Oh my god, Bill! You better not be calling in sick! I'm half a hair from firing your sorry butt!'' Great, she's super mad. Collins probably hosed up his paperwork, as usual. But she ca n't fire him because noooo, he's got some kind of dirt on her. Time for the whipping-boy to smooth things over. 
 
 `` No, I swear I'll be in later today, and I'll email you the soft copies right now-'' 
 
 `` You better be in later today, or you better be dying!'' She drops her voice to a whisper, `` Collins completely boned us on his Quarterlies, I *need* you to come fix it.'' 
 
 `` Alright, I'll be in soon as I can.'' You hang up and start to dial the number for your doctor and stop midway through. It could n't hurt to test this idea you were getting. Where's that tripod you got for your birthday? After blurring around to the different closets, you find it. You call the doc's and ask the nurse about intermittent blurred vision and short term memory loss. She develops a serious tone and wants to work you in later that day, as well as schedule you for an MRI. 
 
 It's not a toomah, you think, but agree to come in that afternoon. Swell, not much time for this little test of yours. You blur out the back door and set up the tripod facing the back fence, which is about 15 yards away. You bring up the video camera on your phone and set it in the tripod cardboard box thingy you jerry-rigged. 
 
 `` Okay, so to make sure I'm not crazy, I'm going to do a little test. IT'S NOT A TOOMAH!'' You turn around and blur over to the fence, stopping about ten feet short. You turn and blur to the side, again stopping about forty feet away. Hm. You do this a couple more times, ending up back in front of your camera. Time to see if you're a crazy person or have something malign growing in the ol' brainpan. 
 
 You stop recording and pull up the video. You listen to your annoying voice and then nearly drop the phone when you disappear and reappear by the fence. You watch this crazy on repeat a couple of times before you realize you can teleport. Or maybe just move *really* fast, like faster than the camera can see. This is crazy. 
 
 You consider saying screw it and quitting your job altogether. You've got plenty of savings and the economy is n't *that* bad. You snort at the thought of turning to a life of crime. Wear some stupid costume and, what? Rob banks? Psh. Sounds exhausting to you. Which, now that you think about it, you do feel a little flagged. 
 
 You walk inside and - wait, no blur? You actually try to and for a second it does n't work. You try again and and make it ten feet or so; you nearly fall over like you'd just been hit by a Tazer. You stagger back inside and slump against the wall. 
 
 

