4.15.08 v.2

on day’s like today, i like to reflect on a little story that always seems to run through my mind when things aren’t exactly going as planned.  it’s a philosophical masterpiece in children’s literature.

it’s alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day by judith viorst.

so far, i caught minimal winks during the dark hours, i slept through my alarm, i missed my first ever morning run (and left my poor roommate out in the cold), i could barely put together a clean outfit for work (and even what i ended up with is questionable.  let’s just say there was some serious “sniff testing” going on this morning), had this weird guy on crutches just staring at me near my car, i hit virtually every red light in the history of ever (i swear there were even lights where there hadn’t been lights before… and they were red), i’ve got this tickle-in-my-throat cough that i can’t seem to shake, my tea is lukewarm, i spilled tea on my “clean” sweater and i’m probably going to pass out at my desk by 10am.

i mean, alexander thought his day sucked because he got the plain white sneakers, had to eat lima beans and saw kissing on tv.  quite frankly, i can’t tell you the last time i had stripes on my sneakers, i don’t hate lima beans (though they certainly aren’t my favorite) and if i saw kissing on tv i’d swoom and hope that i could be kissed again soon.  see, alexander?  suck it up, little buddy.  you don’t have it so bad!

ugh.  maybe i’ll move to australia.