if I could only think of the right word...

this day was awful. plain and simple and atrociously awful. I will spare the details mostly because I am afraid of the anger and bitterness and rage that might burst forth in ugly ways if I tried to voice the events. so, i'm off to sleep, way too late, and needing to get up much too early. the only way this day could end well is if I could see a chicken dancing in a pink polka dot skirt. yeah, that would make all things much better. goodnight.