It’s a basic requirement of adulthood. This terrible twenty-four hours appears at dawn like a damned fly, buzzing about and haunting your tired steps, and then, with a thankfully short-lived lifespan, dies out as you crash upon the sheets at night with a disgusted sigh. Tell me you haven’t had one of these days, and I’ll advise you to live just a little longer.

There is only one hope for you, should this day visit you– that it may come later in the week, and before the weekend.

Today was my bad day, and not only can I look forward to a quieter and pizza-filled Friday, but my weekend, cloaked in expansive mystery, is upon me, and it will be amazing.

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Ooh. How scary. Yah. Not a real bad one, but it was still kinda annoying. Blah. Well, there’s something done in everything…not like Christian books “finding Christ in Napoleon Dynamite or The Matrix” or stuff like that…I’m talking about character. (Which was what was being challenged today, actually.) So I’m guessing I actually learned something out of it…probably more than I think. Bah, humbug. Christmas might be fun, but I’m thinkin’ it gets harder and harder the older you get. Seems like a real character-building time of the year for some people. (I’ll follow this post up with a depressing Christmas song for you…bwa-ha-ha…) Alright, well, I’m a-gunna-go see Rock. Yay! Have a great day.

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