On a good day, my hair rubber band is the perfect stretchiness.
On a bad day, I explode diet coke cans in the mini fridge that Heather and I share at work.
On a good day, I wake up and know exactly what I’m going to wear.
On a bad day, I trip in the parking lot at work and eat asphalt.
On a good day, no one else gets on the elevator that I am on, and I am able to ride all the way to the ninth floor without stopping.
On a bad day, my right foot is attacked by unidentified biting insects in my parents front yard.
On a good day, chocolate chip cookies rain from the sky.
On a bad day I run out of gas on a busy street because my gas gauge doesn’t work.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 