And days that include waiting 20 minutes for a metro to show up
and then it being so packed you can't even try to force yourself to smash in there,
spending the next 20 minutes trying to hail a cab with one bad arm and another that you can't hold up for very long,
finding out your brand new ID doesn't work,
almost being late to class,
having a seizure,
spending the rest of the day with a killer migraine,
and your mother insisting on taking $300 out of your account so she can buy herself a birthday present even though you're barely going to have enough to make it to the end of January when your next set of loans comes in
are pretty much the prime example of ice cream kind of days.
This was really not my day.