Today I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I messed up the deadline for the Plan II essay contest and now they won't take my entry. So the work I did over the summer is down the drain, I let down my editor, and I have no chance at any prize money or recognition which I needed so much if I'm headed to journalism school. I get violent very rarely, and that happened today. I threw things, I broke others, and it took a lot of restraint not to start fights with people over tiny, tiny, petty stupidity that I'm used to seeing every day.
But on the other hand, I have to be thankful that I'm still in good health. Combine that with some quality Austin Chinese food with my boys, and suddenly my cursed day of Tuesday is a bit less crappy.