Tuesdays are the new Monday

It's one of those days.

Not a bad day. Just ... annoying. The computer freezes and you have to restart. Twice. The kind where nothing sounds appetizing and your wheat bread looks shiny and "fortified," which really means "nasty-smelling."

The kind where nothing fits right so you end up wearing pants that are too short with socks that don't match. The kind where your student loans leave a cheery message on your voicemail to tell you they'll report you to a credit agency if you don't pay NOW, RIGHT NOW MA'AM over the phone because you're $5 short. $5.27 to be exact. Me, the "ma'am" who used to cry when she got Bs on her report card and never handed in an assignment late, ever.

Yeah, the kind where you get called "ma'am."

The kind where it's cold but there's no snow. The kind where everything's annoying, and your car never heats up and someone left all the lights on in the house and is electricity free this month?

And you end up using lines like that that you used to roll your eyes to when you still banana-clipped your crimped hair and drank Faygo ...

Whatever. You know what I mean.

It's all little stuff that's no big deal, unless it happens to be going on right now, in which case this moment, this moment I can't WAIT to get over with.

Then you get to come home and sit on the couch.

And two "Law & Order"s are on, and suddenly life looks really, really good. Like Justin Timberlake good.