Today is just one of those days and I’m in a mood. A mood called “I hate you.” It doesn’t matter who you are or if you sail a yacht around the world saving baby turtles and curing children’s cancer, I hate your face and want you to die. I hate you more than I hate Arby’s. More than I hate fixies. More than I hate fun.  But don’t take it personally, because it’s not just you. It’s also everyone else. Even this cheerful lemon print and its sexual innuendo. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some lunch and a meeting to hate and then a full day of hate.