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  <title>Comments on 'Days Like These'</title>
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As I felt the nail enter my foot I knew I was in for a bad day. I must have gotten out of the wrong side of bed, well obviously, there isn't a loose floorboard I've been meaning to fix on the other side.

As I ease my foot off the nail I notice that it's an hour later than it should be, meaning there's no way I can get to work on time and just to be acceptably late I'm gonna have to skip lunch and a shower.

My walk to the bus stop is a wary one, I need to get a grasp on the day as soon as possible. Sidestepping a pile of what appears to be horse manure I start to feel a bit more positive. I'm exceedingly pleased with myself when I spot some approaching pigeon overflow and neatly hop out the way of the landing zone.

I feel much less pleased with myself as I fall into an inexplicably open manhole.

I really really wish I'd got out of the other side of bed.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-10T17:30:34Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Days Like These</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Now that my friend, is what I call a bad day.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-10T17:30:34Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Saint Chuck</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Days Like These</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Days like those are tough. But ouch, a manhole? That would have to hurt, especially after stepping on a nail earlier.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-10T00:51:22Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>flute faerie</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Days Like These</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hehe, cute!  Days like these are so rough.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-09T21:49:14Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>kells</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Days Like These</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Kind of partly stolen from an old Harry Enfield or Fast Show Sketch, but I hadn&amp;#8217;t written anything for a while and needed to unblock myself. The second half isn&amp;#8217;t partly stolen though, so yay me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-09T21:33:29Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Russell Ruffino</name>
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