There are two kinds of bad days. The first is just inevitably terrible, like when a relative dies or you get in a car crash. The second kind is what today was: a long, drawn out string of fairly bad or just unpleasant things all piled on top of each other in a clustercuss of all things lacking in goodness (i.e. you’re sick the day spring break starts, it thunderstorms, you burn your toast, you’re late for work, your contact pops out, you work extra late, you receive $4 in tips).
Icing on the cake: dear old mum doesn’t hear when you say good night, and frolics off to bed none the wiser.
A thousand apologies if my tone mirrors that of a self-pitying adolescent, but I suppose, for tonight only, that’s exactly what I am… oh la.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”—Lewis Carroll (via earthwards)