Bad Days

Bad days stink. I hate them. Fortunately I don't seem to experience them all that often, but when I do, watch out. Today was no exception. Just one of those days when you feel you'd be better off staying inside, under the covers, in your most comfy fat clothes with a bowl of ice cream. Of course, none of that was an option, but hopefully the dark chocolate bar filled with carmel and black sea salt I just bought will suffice.