For some reason, a lot of the people in my life seem to be having Bad Days. Some are having Really Bad Days. I had one yesterday–fought a migraine all day yesterday, and then had to go teach five hours of writing courses to a class of students who, because of My Bad Day, all had brilliant haloes. Largely because I was looped on meds, I couldn’t get the video system to work (my class is broadcast to two other locations), and once it was broadcasting I suspect we all wished we hadn’t made that happen. So–bad day for me. Bad day for my students (though watching your loopy teacher fumble around with remotes and make bizarre and random comments probably has some entertainment value). Today has been much better–largely because I have been applying a whole host of Bad Day remedies. Here are a few. See if they work for you.
1. Flip a fat cat onto its back and rub its belly.
2. Sneak up behind someone and blurt, “Hey!” over and over and over…
3. Watch Moskau by Ghenghis Khan and admire the shiny makeup and costumes. Also the squat thrusts.
4. Look up the dubbed versions and go around the house singing things like, “Please respect the caviar,” and “People, hey! hey! Look at this ladle!”
5. Write a story about a bad person coming to a terrible end.
6. Sit in a warm car and watch “Psych” on a Kindle while rain falls on the roof and runs down the windshield.
7. Talk to a four-year-old about Disneyland, and why Daisy appears so seldom.
8. Eat pizza.
9. Play Castleville.
10. Shave. Wherever you need to.
11. Make cookies from boughten dough.
12. Rise up in righteous indignation.
13. Send an ill-advised, smart-mouthed email.
14. Curse at a bill collector.
15. Hug your kid.
16. Take a nap.
17. Burn a nutbread-scented candle.
18. Read the Tarot.
19. iChat.
20. Doodle professionally.
21. Blog.
PS. I’m thinking the meds haven’t quite cleared my system yet…
I never realized that Daisy appears so seldom in Disneyland 🙂
Yup, pizza never fails to brighten my day. Oh, and I just shaved yesterday…
Whenever I’m having a bad day, yes, I just hug my kid, and everything just seems worth it.
Hey Pepper–
Nice to see you here–I’ve been enjoying your blog. Apparently it’s a little-known fact about Daisy–just learned it from a four-year-old fresh from the D-land trenches. And I hug my kid, too…