Okay, it is not possible to be eternally optimistic, everyday, all day. There is going to be a completely crappy day that just flat-out, undeniably sucks. Yesterday was such a day.

Maybe it was getting rained out; getting my jeans soaked from the knee-down. Or maybe it was feeling pooped and exhausted when the day was only half done. Remind me never to take any classes later than 2:20 ever again. So that was the physical side of the bad day (because bad days, in order to qualify as "bad," must be bad physically, mentally, and emotionally).

Thankfully, I don't think yesterday was too mentally bad, but combine it with Monday, when I couldn't even pay attention in math class, then you have the mentally bad side of my Monday/Tuesday.

The emotionally bad part of yesterday is not hard to think of. Sean crept back into my conscious on Monday and Tuesday. See, I had almost made a week without being bothered by thoughts concerning him, but no. No, no, no. But this is the last I will mention of him for a while. So enjoy it, my typing fingers. I will not type his name for a while unless forced to by some external power.

But the good thing about truly crap days is that the next day will have to be better. So far, it hasn't been bad at all. Mediocre, but not bad. Plus, I discovered that Bale updated their oatmeal cookies so they look even more scrumptious than ever. If I'm a good girl and don't touch food outside of breaky, lunch, and dinner today and tomorrow, I will reward myself for pulling through such a crap week by having a salad and an oatmeal cookie for lunch on Friday.

Once again, food saves the day. Or the week, in this case.