04 6 / 2008
Today I overslept, was unable to polish myself into looking like I haven’t just rolled out of bed, missed a meeting, fucked up a work obligation, forgot my iPhone charger, confronted my own inadequacy complex regarding the disparity between my day job and life goals, fretted on a painfully slow N-Judah, acted like a brat to people I love, and (of course!) spilled coffee on myself. Throughout the whole thing, all I could think of was this book, which figured prominently in my childhood: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_and_the_Terrible_Horrible_No_Good_Very_Bad_Day
And then, this song was playing in the coffee shop. It came out when I was about nine. Which is both the time when I was closely identifying with the aforementioned book, and the time when I thought working in an office would be all wearing skirts and typing memos and general glamour. I haven’t sorted out the meaning of the day yet, but here it is nonetheless.
