Some days, you just know....Usually, for me, it's a Wednesday, though. The kind of day where you wake up with a groan and later realize it was prophetic rather than just a reflection of how you felt at the time. It seems somehow inevitable and comical after it happens, when you stumble into your apartment after an 11-hour workday, toting a couple small bags of groceries to hold you over till you get a chance to do some real grocery shopping, throw some laundry in so something's clean tomorrow, heat up some soup, pour yourself a glass of OJ, and finally collapse. Congratulations, you made it.

Through this round, that is. Prepare yourself for the next one, tomorrow.