It's a little difficult to realistically express what today has been like. It seems that all recent junk food and lack of sleep have formed a summation of laziness and self-abjection, all conforming to a collision upon me at a single time. It is, in a word, awful. The weather has been dreadful and sad, casting a certain melancholy on every living thing (seemingly, but you). It seems that every squirrel is a little more on edge, every person a little more angry than usual, every bad thing enhanced by the constant and crystalized cloud-cover. There is even cacophony in the music today, for I cannot be satisfied or with the mood to hear happy quarter notes in joyful, abandoned succession. I want to hear the deep C-note, all the way to the left--tremulous, hardly fading from my ears before the next brother strikes and the third stanza ensues. To define today, though, in the natural sense alone does it no justice. Because amidst failing to tie my shoe properly three times in a row, failing to screw the lid of my water bottle on before putting it in my bag, failing to remember that water bottle (whose home is now the fourth-floor, last door on the left), amidst hurting myself on the Excerbike and falling face-first into the carpet....today's justice can be done, as well, in the psychological sense of embattlement that has persisted since even the mockingbirds opened their eyes this morning.