Mine sucked, but only slightly more than the standard day. I woke up at 3pm or so, rubbed one out, showered, drove 40 miles or so in my father's car to pick up my car, which was in a shop somewhere getting new tires due to the accumulation of at least 9 nails. On the drive back, some jackass slipped off the road, plowed through a guardrail and rolled down a cliff. Traffic was at a standstill for over 2 hours. I spent the remainder of the day by myself drinking Yuenglings, grilling steak, and watching Children of Men.