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the day begins and you're already sick of it. you can tell that you're going to be disgusted with everything and everyone from the moment you step out of bed. staggering to the bathroom, it occurs to you that you never should have gotten out of bed. your best option: return to the warm comfort of the safe haven you've just deserted.the hours drag on and not much makes you feel better. in fact, if you could sum it up, it only gets worse. by the half-way point, you're ready to scream and cry. biting your tounge is all you can do. by the end, only ice cream makes it better. then, you take a step back, or rather you're pushed back, and you realize, it could be worse. it could be much worse. all that you stressed over, all that caused your frown is so...trivial. you've got it good and all of your stupid crap doesn't make a bit of difference to your life as a whole. thank god for what you've got. you're not being tried like you could be. you're not doing bad at all. suddenly, you're day looks pretty good, in comparison....