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Of course you have. Everyone does.

But you'd best watch out, mister, because today is MY day.

No, I mean it. I know a guy. ...Who may or may not currently be in prison. (I used to work with him, and the last month or so that I worked there he had to get driven to work by the sheriff everyday and back home. "Home" more or less meaning the pokey.)

But I'm getting off track. Today is one of those days where someone you really like could come to your office door ready to offer you a coffee break or an hour-long hooky trip to the mall and instead of the "hey! what are you doing here?!" you'd normally give, you instead bust out with "what the HELL do you want NOW?!"

Today is the kind of day where if you couldn't find a parking spot, you would blame it all on your car and curse at it with a string of colorful phrases including several graphic, if highly unlikely, things you wish it would do to itself.

Today is the kind of day where you're sitting at your desk, and if your boss comes to you and asks you to do something that's well within your job description, you would get a scowl on your face as soon as he left and wonder why the hell he wants to to do actual WORK, anyway.

Today is the kind of day where if you go home and you have any phone messages that give you any kind of shit, you're going to kill the sonofabitch and call the felon you know back in Michigan.

A new facet to The Lounge: I'm adding a quote an update.

Today's quote:

"What a beautiful day -- the kind of day that starts with a hearty breakfast and ends with a newsreader saying, '...before turning the gun on himself.'" --Dan Connor (Roseanne)