If you are a normal person when you have a bad day your hair will stick out in every direction and just won't stay put where you want it to.

If, however, you are me, then it´s a whole different story. When you are me, and you have a bad hair day your bangs stick up like Cameron Diaz in "There's something about Mary". So you decide... oh well, it's just bad hair.
Then you realize it is windy and pouring down and you have a cold you are trying to get over, so maybe, just this once, you will treat yourself and drive to work instead of walking and taking the train.
Naturally the car will die on you in the middle of a strongly packed main avenue. And you will spend the following hour under the rain and in the cold (poorly dress for the wheather since you were driving today) waiting for someone to come take your place and wait for the toe truck because you have to make it to work.
And you can´t just call and say you will be late, because no one answers and just for kicks your cel phone´s battery has run out.







All I have to say is... someone up there, among the higher powers, REALLY doesn´t like me.

How is your day?