Couple days ago I was talking to a fella at work about Bad Days and how I decide whether it's been a good day or a bad day. Generally I weigh it out at the end of the day, or better yet the next day. This way I don't shoot it out with no chance of return, if you catch my meaning. This other guy's method--choosing bad/good by the week, not the day--was just as effective but not my style. I'd rather think of a day as an isolated unit that can be discarded; not so with a whole week.

See The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon for a nice, arbitrary method of choosing a bad or good day. In the morning the narrator counts cars out his window. Four yellow cars in a row means bad day (or was it brown? Damn this short term memory). Three red cars in a row means Super Good Day. This method pleases me but is unfit for my purposes.

Well Stumblers, I hate to admit it, but it's been not just Bad Day but Bad Week too. During the trademark-busiest-work-week at the job I don't-really-but-kind-of-have I have learned that my brother may or may not be coming back from Israel (both options bad). Goldschläger has gone out of his way to tell me how many women he's been sleeping with and why they're oh-so-great. Job prospects looking worse by the day. Very rainy out.

Not to mention it's only Wednesday.

Wish me luck, Stumblers. I'm going to need it.