I lied

It doesn't work. Things suck, actually. Life is bleak.

We have no money. I have $6.06 in my bank account until payday on the thirty-first. I have no gas in my car. I'm open to suggestions as to how to get to work tomorrow.

I am a terrible parent. I poked a hole in one of my children and made both of them cry at various points in the evening. I certainly didn't mean to do any of those things, but they happened, and it was all my fault.

I ate macaroni and cheese. And a cheeseburger. And Nilla Wafers. And a Dr. Pepper.

I teach a bunch of little shits who say things like:

Last time we were on Mauritius...

I can find not a single ray of anything salvageable about this day. I am going to go dream myself into a cabana somewhere far away.