ursangnome

There's a kind of day for which the English language has no word. It isn't a day where everything goes wrong. Nor is it a day where one important thing goes catastrophically wrong. It's a day where, despite your best intentions and efforts, you mess up any number of minor things.

Many of your sentences come out poorly worded. You drink the last cup of your loved one's favorite tea only to find later that she did want it, after all. You fail to understand simple explanations of what you are doing while cooking dinner. If you try to compensate, by trying to pay more attention, you'll do that poorly too. You'll over-explain, rendering your speech incomprehensible. You'll over-analyze, making your actions ineffective and seemingly erratic. Finaly, you'll over-apologize, making your other people around you worry that it's them and not you that's mucking up the day...

Luckily, days do end.