How do you know you're about to have a bad day at work? When you walk in to find you're boss on the phone with her inter-office boyfriend and within seconds of getting in, she slams the phone down on him.

How do you know you're about to have a bad date? When the woman says within the first five how minutes how tired is and spends most of the (twenty minute) date telling you how tired she is and how much she's looking forward to going to sleep.

This day didn't just suck, it sucked the suck of a hundred sucks. It was an eleven of the Suck, the Kobe, Shaq, Gary Payton, Karl Malone of Suck, the "Stairway to Heaven" of suck. It was a Game 6 kind of day, a "We Built This City on Rock n Roll" kind of day, a Beverly Hills 90210 after Dylan first left kind of day.

Did I mention that this day sucked?

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless.