I was having one of those days yesterdays...the ones that make you feel like the Universe, and all it's cosmic glory, is against you. Nothing major or big happened, just a bunch of little things, over and over again. I was complaining to a friend last night, and he sent me back this gem:
Sometimes it's easier to get eaten by a tiger than to get pecked to death by ducks.
That sums up my day yesterday.
But today, I kept waiting for that crouching tiger. The ducks hadn't quite finished me off, and it smelled fresh meat.