Third verse, same as the first: Just last night, I was...

[cyrano]

So yesterday sucked. Not beyond the capacity for all telling, however, as I was set to produce a Tolstoyevian journal post about it. But then I decided that would basically just be whining, and nobody really cares about the details. Hell, by this morning I was significantly less interested in them. Suffice it to say that yesterday was not the best day I've ever had, but at least I did not run out of petrol on the side of 101 at two in the morning.
I believe today will be a considerable improvement, despite still having work in the middle of it.