Do you ever wake up and think “this could be the best day ever” and then it’s not and you sink into depression and despair, with a little black cloud raining down on you, and your coffee maker goes on the fritz, the toast is burnt, your socks don’t match, you conditioned then shampooed, there’s no good news on the news because Mr. Trump is still running for POTUS, and then someone reminds you that it’s autumn and white skinny jeans are no longer acceptable out-in-public attire and they decide to judge you?
This day is not that day.
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