Some days were made to be forgotten small inconveniences pile up to immobilize you and prevent any possibility of redemption Some days have to be discarded as soon as they begin Oversleeping, stubbing toes, and traffic little nothings that tear you down and leave you sulking and irrevocably soured Sipping caffeine and other stimulants in a futile attempt to turn things around there are some days that not even fancy coffees can salvage best to save your money and simply struggle through instead Irritation seems to spread like a virus infecting every smiling face you see to form storms of discontent and animosity beneath suddenly furrowed brows eyes that stare daggers in every direction Some days are best spent waiting to fall back asleep saving all your prayers so that this day does not seep out into the rest of the week
Protect the Innocent 