Today was a bad day.

I screamed out the windshield at about the halfway point. I don’t remember the exact words, as I had kind of lost it by then, but the sentiment was akin to, “Why do you hate me so much?”

“You” being god.

I was convinced for moments of today that the universe is actively conspiring against me, endeavoring to make my life harder and me even more miserable.

It was just a bad day. And I was just very tired in it.