As I left the gym the other night, I noticed yet another maxim, splayed across 20 feet of door space: "I don't have bad days. I have good days and great days."
Well bully for you, Lance, I thought. But some of us really do have bad days, and we like it that way. In fact, my day just got a little bit worse. Here's my $63 a month. Now let me schvitz in peace.