Can It Be Over Yet?

Some days just suck. Big, nasty, mean, achy, crummy, miserable suckage. Even when they start out with sunshine and tea and easy commutes with the window down, there's a destiny of suckitude hiding inside that nothing can crush or eliminate. There are some days that not even Cadbury Creme Eggs, hot baths, and a new Charles DeLint book can completely redeem.

( Cut-tagged, because it was Just That Bad. You've been warned. )

I need sympathy, and hugs, and distractions, and cheery flowers, and to never, ever, ever have to live through this day again.