You know the kind. The day where you have absolutely no reason to be angry, sad or depressed, but you hate the world? No? You don't know the kind? I'm the only one? Figures. Oh well. The sun is shining. It's not too cold. The birds are singing. Every person in today has been very pleasant. I'm getting stuff accomplished (ok-that's a lie. But I would like to get stuff accomplished). The holidays are coming and everyone is spouting rainbows, helium balloons and unicorns. And I. Hate. Everything. And I hate myself for hating everything, but I can't help it. Just to reiterate: I hate the world. I have no reason to hate the world. I know I have no reason to hate the world. Thanks for listening.