Bad bad bad bad bad Day.
Can’t get out of my way.
Can’t say the right thing.
Can’t do the right thing.
I might just throw rotten eggs at the mirror.
Don’t you just hate those days when it’s like,
“Ok – CAN I JUST TAKE MY ICE CREAM AND GO HOME NOW?”
Written out in capital letters all over your forehead?
And people ask you and you laugh and say,
“No, it’s ok. REALLY.”
I guess. Through gritted teeth.
I’m not sure why the sun disagrees with me so much
but it does and it works because today –
I am against it.
And I trod home and curse up every stair and then repent as the key turns in the lock
and I’m safe
And he hugs me and tells me that I don’t have to save the world after all.
And we eat pancakes with butter and syrup and I turn off that
god-awful calorie counting ‘pal’ I am so addicted to
and he eats the chocolate chunks out of my ice cream.
And I realize I can’t be everything to every one and fix everything and be superman
all at once
and suddenly, I feel as though it’s been sort of a good day all the same.