Good Days and Bad

Why is it that we get good days and bad? How can our perception of life change so dramatically day to day?

Yesterday, I had a mound of work which needed to be done, had to travel into London (which I hate) to do it, had to deal with stupid customers (which I think is the Project Managers job), got home really late and was generally knackered. But even on the train into London in the morning, I'd decided that it was going to be a bad day. Nothing was going right, I couldn't seem to motivate myself to do anything from exercise to cook! Generally, I had a bit of a mare.

Yet today, the sun is shining, I got loads of work done yesterday which means I have time to faff about and write this. Stupid customers are still annoying me but I can cope, everything is rosey. This new outlook might have something to do with going on holiday to sunny Spain for a long weekend with my gorgeous boyfriend, he's a clever thing and got an award at work for an all expenses paid trip. The relaxing and pampering starts tonight with a long shower, de-fuzz and nail polish and an evening of packing and cleaning (ok, maybe the last bit isn't so relaxing).