Look up the definition of good day / bad day in the dictionary, and you'll find todays date.

As has been the case lately, it started out bad - you should know the drill by now, your humble author wakes up each morning, turns on his computer, and has high hopes that she has written him.

And, each morning, his mood turns sour when all he's confronted with is endless amounts of penis-enlargement spam and various work-related crises that need immediate attention.

So, after cursing to myself rather loudly whilst having an early-morning cigarette on the fog-drenched porch, I decided to venture out into the clammy weather and head towards the office.

Or, rather, I called a cab so I didn't have to wade through puddles, drizzle and all the other things associated with the San Franciscan summer.