It's been that kind of day. You know... that kind of day.
... the kind of day where you could put catsup on your roast beef sandwich and Arby's sauce on your curly fries. (not that I did) It's just that kind of day.
... the kind of day when you hate your job. Most of the time I like what I do, but some days, I just hate my job. That kind of day.
... the kind of day when you melt down like a 3-year old without a nap. and then you step outside yourself long enough to take a good hard look - and a deep, deep breath. And you realize, it's all okay. It's just been that kind of day.
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