Some days you want to be longer, thirty-six, forty hour days, days where you will sleep for three hours and be awake for the remaining x number of hours, thanking the world for giving you every minute, loving your parents for giving birth to the fabulous being you�ve become.
Today is not one of those days.
Today is the day you listen to Weezer and cry because it is amazing and you aren�t. Today is the day you want to be eight hours long and you want to sleep those eight hours away and wait for the next day and you hope the next day will be shorter so the week, month, year, life will be over sooner.
Today is the day you spill your grande iced chai with nonfat milk during your morning break. Today is the day the wind is blowing the cigarette smoke you�re trying to keep out of the apartment back in through the window. Today is the day your lunch hour is wasted on hold trying to get insurance rates. Today is the day everything is a minute off.
Today is an off day.
Some days you have nothing but blue skies in your mind and everything you write is a rainbow, perfect.
Today you try to put into words the black puddle that has become your soul and you smirk at your melodramatic nature. Nothing comes out right but you can�t crawl into bed and wish for a better time when you wake up because there is no time for that.
Today didn�t need to happen.
Some days you find the perfect album for how happy you are and you dance and you smile at strangers and you wish them a good day if they don�t smile back.
Today nothing fits your mood and strangers tell you to have a better day because it�s pretty obvious today has gone to shit.
Today is probably a Monday.
There are fifty-two Mondays in a year, give or take for random years, and there seem to be more These Days then there are Some Days.
Today is the day someone says to you, �Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays!� and you hope to God that they are cleverly quoting a movie but they obviously aren�t, they are trying to be clever. If you were clever or if you didn�t have a case of the Mondays, you would probably have a wittier reply than, �Uh � yeah.�
Today is the day when all your epiphanies come into play. Epiphanies like the fact that the majority of your inside jokes are with yourself. Like the fact that your most meaningful conversations happen inside your head. Like the fact that you live vicariously through your imagination.
Last week someone told you that they live vicariously through you, and that made you feel good, worthwhile. Wow, you thought, someone wants my life and here I thought it sucked but I guess not.
Today you feel immense pity for the person who looks up to you.
Today all you want to do is perfect putting thoughts and feelings into coherent sentences, but today you are late to work and your lunch hour is up.
Today bites.