I have no idea what that title has to do with any of this - I was going for catchy.

Today was one of those days. You know the ones, right? The kinda day that when asked how you are, you can't find an answer; you reply with something lame like "well, ya know . . . " And believe me, that response is lame. But sadly, it's the best I've got, and I'd fancy a wager that you're not too much better off.

It was one of those days. The kinda day that has you sitting alone in your room listening to chick music.

Yeah, one of those days.

The ones you sit down to write about. The ones you store away in your memory, hoping to play as a trump card in some super lame "uneventfully stupid day" conversation. One of those where nothing major exactly went wrong; it's just that nothing went right, either.

The kind of day that only people like me can appreciate. Yeah, that's right. The optimists . . . . or not. But today was the kind of day that usually provides the groundwork for all  those good days. Understand? No? Let me explain.

These are the days that you hold in contrast to all that's beautiful - to all that's wonderful - to all that makes sunshine and puppy dogs really seem as great as they are.

Think about it. Who cares about it being sunny? It makes everything hot, it makes you sweat, and, if you're like me, generally leaves you a funny shade of crimson and in all kinds of discomfort. But then when it's all nasty and rainy and cold and dreary and downright depressing, and you're stuck inside with nothing to do but stare out the window . . . well, don't you long for the sun?

Without days like today, the good days would just be bland and boring, and then they'd be this kinda day, and it would take something utterly spectacular to make you smile.

Set the bar low and everything will be so much brighter.

Yeah, days like this suck . . . but they suck a lot less when you remember what they do for you; when you remember how great things can be in contrast.

Today was just another day. See you all tomorrow.