Bad Days

Some days I wake up and I know it's going to bad day. I try to think of excuses to get me out of work and keep me in bed all day ... to keep me hidden and safe from the badness. I don't know if it's a sixth sense or what, but i always know when something bad is going to happen.
Like today, not only did I wear a knee leng skirt and open toes shoes (not knowing it was going to rain), I had to trek 10 blocks through the rain to deliever some labels and answer the phone that would not stop and all the students who didn't know where their classes were. I also lost my cell phone and got yelled at my my father because of it! Of course, I then over compensated by eating three gaint chocolate chip cookies and now I feel fat. BUMMER.
Now truthfully, it could be a lot worse. I could have been hit by a truck or had my credit card eaten by a goat. So maybe I should be counting my blessings and looking on the positive side.
However, I still wish I had listened to my gut and stayed in bed...