Nobody told me there'd be days like these

I'm having one of those "pointless" days. I should go pick up my sewing machine... nah, what's the point? I should eat something... but why bother?

This mood reminds me of the scene in Illusions where Don Shimoda's just been killed and Richard picks up the handbook and it opens to the page saying Everything in this book may be wrong. He's alone, hurt, angry, and confused.

Days like this suck through a bendy straw.