I had a really bad day today.
I’m not talking about the “I got up on the wrong side of the bed” day.
I’m talking about the “I fell out of bed and landed on some forks that were carelessly strewn about the floor” day.
I ran out of milk for breakfast.
My shirt was wrinkled.
And all the showers had only cold water.
Like I said, it was a bad day.
I answered a question on a midterm with “You tell me.”
I missed a class for the first time, to which the teacher responded “You’re always cutting.”
And I lost 22 points for spelling on a listening comprehension test.
It was most certainly a bad day.
A wrong number woke me up at 9:00 in the morning.
And again at 9:03.
And I bet my eggs would have been runny if I had a clean pan to cook them in.
Yes, I had a bad day.
And my cab driver tried to go the wrong way down a one-way street.
Now I’m not saying I know how to be a cab driver
But I’m pretty sure he gets paid to know this stuff.
But it was all part of my bad day.
And now, I have to sit on a bus for five hours
Because I missed the express by 20 minutes
Thanks to my teacher (who took off 22 points for spelling on a listening comprehension test).
I think this is a bad day.
I’m really bored right now.
And I have that weird feeling in my stomach from reading on the bus (which I’d do more of but I accidentally put my books in the luggage-checker).
And it’s still 2 hours until I get to see you.
Wait--I get to see you.
This is a really good day.