It is one of those days.

It is one of those days when I keep spilling only the most aggravating things. Never water. Never a few splashes of tea. It is a full canister of granola, wet coffee grounds, face powder, or bouncy balls.

It is a full day of 52-pick up.


It is one of those days when I slip, trip or fall over everything in public. A crack in the sidewalk, a mysterious opened bottle of shampoo, a jerky bus helmed by a jerky bus driver, my feet. And right in front of one of my students, or that fella.

How am I the only one feeling the earthquake?


It is one of those days when can't remember a single thing. Not a name, or a word, or how to tie my shoes, or dress myself, or the order in which I apply shampoo and conditioner, or that I should not dress myself before getting into the shower, or left from right (but I never could), or hot and sharp , or Hello, or big hand and little hand, or don't hit, or don't bite, or will you please leave that thing alone, or , or, or-

My Etch-a-Sketch keeps getting shaken before I'm finished.


It is one of those days when I pay for my bus fare all in nickels...and three of them are Canadian.


It is one of those days when not even one solitary note of music sounds good. It reminds me of something I would say if I knew how. Every song might as well be Celine Dionne. (This could have something to do with the fact that I got out of bed at 4:15am and inexplicably started watching Clay Aiken videos.)


It is one of those days when even calling it "ennui" takes too much energy.


It is one of those days after Daylight Savings when I curse it for taking my one hour away. When will the jet lag be over? Not 'til October, I bet.