it’s been one of those days. one of those days that starts being one of those days right away at nine in the morning the minute you look at your cell. it’s the kind of day that you can’t write about in too great of detail on your web site for fear of being fired. it’s been one of those days where you have meeting after meeting after meeting, and since the nine o’clock meeting started late you’re running behind all day. the kind of day where you have back to back meetings until 3 and you’ll be damned if you’re gonna get a damn thing done after sitting in meetings for the past six hours.

it’s the kind of day where you promise yourself that if you go grocery shopping, you can come home and strip to your underpants and enjoy your favorite movie on your sexxy new couch while eating ice cream and not feel the least bit guilty about that short story you should be writing. that’s the kind of day it is.