This morning, I was having a bit of a confab with an old friend. I don't know how we got to this, but we started recounting awkward memories.
"Oh, man - you remember when you biffed it outside of Swig's in from of every one? That was so fucking funny!" Said this old friend. And my first instinct, for virtually no reason, was to counter with "Not as funny as how bad you're bombing life right now."
This is a clear indication that I should probably stay in bed today, because I've been awake for about 20 minutes and I already know it's going to be "one of those days". But my need to pay bills outweighs my desire to spare humanity my bitchiness.