Fake the Day

I don't like the kind of days when nothing is wrong, not a thing out of place in what has become my life, but I still feel like shit. It feels like failing. When I have a sick kid or a flat tire, those fairly benign situations can throw a little wrenching into what is otherwise a perfectly fine day. Days like this one, though, perfect weather, no flat tires, no sick kids, not even having to totally stress about money at this very moment, have not one thing about them that I can connect to this freakin' funk. So I'm going to write even though I don't want to write. I'm going to sit in this coffee shop and drink coffee, eat a bagel, and fake myself into a better place. F'kin get over yourself, girl. Geezus.