Blech

There a good days and there are bad days and then there are those days that make you want to stuff your head into an oven (no offense to the relatives of Sylvia Plath).

Today, my day sucked. Large.

One little work issue after another until all of the sudden, my head exploded.

And now, I'm going home.

Rather, I am going home to put on some sweats.

To go to the gym.

To work out hard enough.

To music playing loudly enough.

To make my eyes roll up into the back of my head.

I'll feel better soon.

And then I'm going to buy a fucking lottery ticket.