The Worst Day

Today has been one of those days - you know the ones - where everything goes wrong. 

This morning I found I'd misplaced something kind of important (as in, I needed it within the next half hour).  Now, my desk is not exactly tidy, so when I started looking for it, I ended up causing a giant cascade of paper.  Which knocked over my mug of fruit tea.  Thankfully it had cooled so didn't burn me, and amazingly I managed to catch it before the whole mug went over my (yellow and white) bedding.  I did eventually find what I was looking for - down the other side of the bed, the side next to the wall.

So my calm morning I'd organised myself, ended up with my rushing as I tried to look for something, tidy up the mess I'd made and change the bedding.  By some miracle I wasn't late for my supervision session with my uni tutor.

After a talk and coffee with Diamond, I lugged myself home with more books than I should've been carrying (sales at libraries are dangerous places to be).  I decided to make myself a drink, and in the process knocked over a mug (not mine) which shattered on the floor.  At least it was relatively easy to clear up.

And now my body is emitting smells and other bodily functions that I'm sure you don't want to read about.

But you know what I realised?  It doesn't matter.  Because tonight I'm going out to dinner with the man that I love and who loves me.  Tonight is about us.  And whatever catastrophy is waiting for me, I can deal with it.  Because the thing is, when I remember this day in the future, I won't remember the shit that went down.  I'll remember him and me and us.  That's what's important. 

In the end it's always the good things we remember, not the bad (unless you are some seriously pessimistic person, in which case I wish you luck with life).