Today sucked. I've had worse, but today really sucked. A call from my credit card company woke me up at 7am. And 7.15. And 7.30. I'm up. I stub my toe and stall my car within five minutes. 8.30 practice and the team hates me and they're producing bad work so I tell them I need more effort. They hate me more. 11am gym. I hate the gym. The treadmill is inscrutable; it keeps turning off and I can't hit my stride. My feet hurt. I am surrounded by perky, stupid, relaxed teenagers. They talk on their iphones while running an 8 minute mile. I try to kill them with my mind. I flop through two miles, do my pathetic weight cycle surrounded by Simian Fitness Magazine and chew some tofu when I really want grilled cheese. Home to shower. My shower is as impressive as being spit on for 10 minutes. Reading for 1st class. 2pm class. My professor makes creepy sustained eye contact while comparing the Italian and Spanish legal folklore. He is staring into my soul and making it uncomfortable. I nod along while calculating the fastest route out of the room. 4pm lunch. I want a gyro and hummus. I have a salad. Read for 2nd class. 5pm class. My professor sounds like Steven Hawking with a New Orleans accent. It isn't interesting enough to keep me from playing imagination games on the internet. I am called on and I fumble badly. I am ashamed and smoke eleventybillion cigarettes before 6.20pm. Rehearsal. I can't sing. I shouldn't smoke. I suck. I'm tired, I suck at everything, my life is suck. I have a black coffee. I want pancakes. Home at 8. Don't want to even think about the amount of work I have to do. At least I can do some reading in bed. I drop my highlighter. It rolls under the bed aaanndddd.... holy shit. Is that? Could it be? No way. It... it... it is. My favorite movie. I lost it when I moved in. How could I not have seen it? I know I've cleaned under there... probably. Suddenly I realize: I'm a grown up, I am allowed to do pretty much whatever I want. I will not do this reading (right now). I will watch my favorite movie and I will eat popcorn (but no butter). And I will tell my life full of doubts and embarrassment and boredom and failure to just fuck right off for a few hours. This day can go fuck itself because for the next few hours, I am having the best day ever.

TL;DR Bad day made better by being irresponsible and indulgent. Kinda.