Good day

So the day did not start off being conspicuously good. I woke up early and my lower digestive tract was rumbling. I Got to work and had to leave again because apparently my breakfast didn't want to take the time to view the sights as it passed through my intestines. So I run to the closest supermarket, search frantically for the bathroom. I found it on my second trip around the store, it was down a hallway, off of the hallway going behind the meat counter. No signs informed me of this. I clean off the seat, sit down, and lose ten pounds in 4 minutes.. (Beat that Atkins.) Only to discover that not only did the bathroom lack any sign, it lacked TP as well. Fortunately they did have those sanitary toilet seat covers. Those things HURT.

After this travesty of a morning (it's not even 8 yet) I decided that I should probably pick up some pepto bismol or similar. In this case the similar was a buck cheaper. SO I had just frantically run around the store looking for the bathroom, and am now in the checkout picking up a bottle of pink fluid, when the cashier asks me:
"How are you doing?"
"Did you see what I'm buying, and do you really want me to tell you?"
"Good point, hope it works."

So went back to work, finished an hour early and bought the new Tom Waits album, Saved!, and unbeknownst to me Terry pratchett has released another book. So I bought that too.

It was a good day.