Good days and bad days

[Barb Gordon]

Ever have one of those days? I just did today...and beleive me, it really really sucked...but thankfully it leveled out and got really good by the time 10 rolled around...so it was more like a bad morning but augh, what a bad morning. But, have you ever had a really great day? Or a great day, but then at the very end, just when you might be able to call it one of your best days, something goes wrong?

Barb^-^

[JustJack]

I'm the master of bad days. Then again, I'm "chemically imbalanced"(stupid doctors..), so I can't help but have a pessimistic view of everything. Hehe. But, I know how ya feels. ;)

[Chibi Kageboshi]

My whole life is "one of those days"

[Naraht]

Seriously, there was this big vacuum &...uh

oh


No, I woke up @ 5:15am this morning.......
I'm suppoesed to be @ work @ 5am....things went downhill from there..

I rewound a tape on air...
I was tired & hungry all day....
I forgot to send some emails...
*sigh*

Oh well...new Enterprise, & a B5 movie tonight....and no work tomorrow...

[joker]

just about every day starts out as or ends as a bad day for me.

[Batman 80]

My days have been pretty good lately. I do remember one time when I had a bad week. A very bad week. I got soaked in rain on the way to work, everything I seemed to touch would break. It was just a horrible week.

[Trent Lane]

My days used to be pretty dismal. But I'd say the past few months have been great- no, better than great. Fantastic. It rained the other day while I was working. Usually I'd be pissed about that kind of thing. Instead I intentionally soaked myself. Got a cold, but it wasn't that bad. Even a bad day at work isn't that bad anymore.........

[Ruffian]

I've been going through a dark period for a little more than half a year now, and it's still going. Though not everyday was bad, really just the situation(s). I can say that ever since New Year's day I've had a bad day till maybe today. Today was good. :)

[DR. BELCH]

--for me, bad times run in courses of months/years. !996 was my first year away at college; social and career opportunities were at an all-time high. At one point I actually thought I was "indispensible". I lost my job February 1997, but I did meet someone in August--so at least the second half was salvagable. In 1998 I lost her, met someone else, then the first girl came back, so that was incredibly confusing and there were a lot of jealous and strange feelings about. I ended up losing them both, and still no job. After graduation the nightmare continued, and I as at an absolute low point in 1999 after I was forced to leave college over some problems relating to the job loss (long story). If I could sell one story I could pay my debts, rebuild my entire life, get back a measure of what I've lost, and get out of my dark period, but at this point I think God is against me. :( :mad:

[Danielle]

My bad day was about two days ago. Tuesday. Thursday minus two is Tuesday. Get it now? *sigh* NO, that's TUESDAY minus two.....

*sigh*

Anyway, my parents had left that morning to go on a trip to Israel, lasting until next Thursday. That's nine days from Tuesday. Seven days from today. NO, that's on a Sunday....

*sighs again*

Anyway, that was thing wrong number one.

Number two was that I had been sick a lot before then, and I realized that day that there was a book report due the following day. One that I hadn't even started yet.

Thing wrong number two.

When I got home to check up on the house, my cat ran in front of me, making me trip and fall face-down to the floor.

Thing wrong number three. (and right now, my cat's sitting next to me, meowing pitifully. Geeeeeeeeeeee.....)

As I was working on my book report. I was almost done, when all of the power went out.

Thing wrong number four.

I was terrified. That would have been thing wrong number five, but I figured it too general. *ahem* Anyway, I managed to call the lady I was staying with. She called the police. Meanwhile, I was trying to make it upstairs (my computer's in the basement), and I bumped into one of my little sister's toys.

Thing wrong number five. (hey, it hurt!)

The toy made a quite a large sound when I bumped into it. About a second later, the lights went back on. I'd consider this thing number six, since by that time I was *sure* it was a burgler.

When I got my computer back on, my whole book report was gone. Probably lost in cyberspace somewhere. Call me when you see it. Anyway, that was number seven.

The lady called me back fifteen minutes later (while I was standing in a corner, trying to decide whether or not I should go up), telling me that the whole area lost its power.

That would probably be number eight, since I bumped my head on the wall after I was told this. :D

And my meatloaf was soggy that night. The end!