I became so unbelievably frustrated with my inability to control the actions of other people* that I burst into tears, calmed myself down, woke Aaron up, and burst into tears again. Then I decided to skip all my classes and spent the entire day reading Harry Potter whilst cuddling with the dog and napping.
Thus, it was a good day.
*And, it's like, whatever you want to do to yourself, I honestly don't care. You aren't my friend. It's when you decide that just because you're fucking your life up, that means you can mess with what's going on in mine -- that's when I get irritated and start thinking irrational thoughts about your untimely demise.