There are bad days. There are days when everything goes horribly wrong and you can't even muster the energy for tears or rage. But then again --
There are good days - when the party you voted for actually won the House and the Senate (way to go, Virginia!), when it's 62 degrees in New England in November, and your play is opening and you're hopeful and scared and even Britney Spears seems right with the world, and then your professor pushes class back an hour so you can eat lunch at home.
There will be bad days, but I want to put this day out there as a shield to push them back just a little. There will be bad days, but there are good days, too.