Have you ever had a day gone freakishly wrong, when you just kept getting blindsided by a merciless string of nasty surprises that leave you with the worst headache of your entire existence by far and away, when the utter lack of rhyme or reason to all the misfortune leads you for the first time in your life to seriously consider the possibility that curses are real, when every second nearer to midnight is a little gasp of hope that this most wretched of days will soon end, when the only words that manage to survive the onslaught in your head are "Why, God?"
That, in a word, was Tuesday.
Guess what? Today is Thursday, and I'm alive and kickin'. Guess that means God knows what He's doing.
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