A good day.

Today is going to be a good day. I can feel it in my bones.

How do I know this?

My hair looks hot.

My cold/bronchitis/tuberculosis thingy is going away.

My weight loss is showing.

My co-worker is gone.

And this morning's tear-away Far Side Calendar cartoon is my all-time favourite: the goldfish bowl's on fire, the fish are all standing on the table, and one says "Well thank God we all made it out on time.... 'Course now we're equally screwed." Good times.