So, it was one of those days where everything that could go wrong did.  Among other things, I am a substitute teacher.  I get to work only to find that my assignment had been cancelled at the last minute.  Now, they still have to pay me because I showed up--so they found work for me to do.  And that's never a good thing.  Four hours of cafeteria and recess duty, and four hours of shelving library books.  Longest, most boring day.  Ever.

Finally, 3:30 rolls around.  Finally.  So I start heading 30 minutes up the freeway to a 4:00 appointment that I had.  The person with whom I had the appointment had to leave early sick--and didn't bother calling.  The receptionist had to reschedule for tomorrow.  I had to drive the half hour back.  An hour of driving for nothing.  And I have to do it all again tomorrow.  Fuck.

Then I get home, pissed off at everything.  I walk in the door, and my wife just smiles at me and says:  "Happy Felix Day."

First Felix day in six months.  This is going to be a great fucking day.