Premeditated Premonitions

Some mornings you just know. You can try to ignore all the signs. The car alarm which woke you at 5, ten past 6 and now, 3 minutes before your scheduled arousal. The hot water fading to frigid somewhere between rinse and repeat. The burnt toast, curdled milk, and stalled subway ride to work crammed in next to the overly perfumed bleached blonde and her snarling chiwawa in tote. Yes, you can try to ignore all the signs, but some mornings you just know.

Today is going to be a bad day.