Today is one of THOSE days. I am standing here with both arms held high and both middle fingers extended up to the world. I hate everything and everyone. Nothing has happened, nothing is going wrong, no one has done anything. It's just one of those days. I feel like I could get into a fist fight with a pissed off grizzly and send him -wimpering- back to his den in the first 10 seconds.
I woke up this way and I'm pretty damn sure I will be going to bed this way.
I HATE DAYS LIKE THIS. J and Daisy don't particularly like them either, I'm sure.