There have been a series of days that I just want to shake my fist at. See how British I can be.
Today was one of those days, but nobody meant for it to be. I don't think that Jeff meant to hurt my feelings or that Wendy's meant to be out of baked potatoes. I don't think Alex meant not to call me or that my knee meant to hurt. Nobody meant for me to dislike the entire stack of library books I checked out. Nobody meant for me to cry. Nobody meant for me to be in this frame of mind.
And then Camille put green food colouring in my Sprite, and suddenly, everything was okay.