You know what I mean. It's one of those days where every tiny little thing seems to go wrong in the world. One of those days that comes up behind you, punches you in the face and laughs maniacally while you blubber like a two-year old that lost her balloon and everything makes you want to scream,
One of those days when you wake up feeling like you just jumped into bed, when you feel groggy on the drive to work, when work has you close to ripping your hair out in frustration, where your clothes feel too tight or too hot, when the bathroom is out of toilet paper and the maintenance people are nowhere to be found, when the internet decides it would be funny to make your life a living hell by randomly going out, and you're spending most of the day teetering on the edge of sanity, and you're ready to either do this:
...or you're about ready to do this:
But things get better, once the nausea passes and the urge to light your friends/coworkers/boss/family/innocent passers-by on fire lessens a bit and you decide it's time to eat dinner and move on with your life.
All I can say is this: thank God for good food, good milk and comfier chairs to sit in than the ones at work.
And, as a final closing note to my mood-swingy day,
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