it started as any other day would start. bitterness from having been driven from the warm comforting folds of my bed by the demonic blaring issued forth from the clock. still, i could smell a difference in the air. it was not to be a typical day. not with that aroma. no sir. things were going to be different. with this thought i lunged through the house, skipping the hygiene, the breakfast, the garb. in all my naked splendor i shouted to the world "It's going to be a beautiful day!" and then a bus hit me.