Dear July 7th,

I will say this with full honesty, you were a very bad day. You sucked the life right from my bones, and I am not very ok with that. Sure you started out ok, with your sunshine, and your nice breeze, but then you exploded with the yelling, and the screaming, and the brain wrapping and I didn't like that very much. Yes, indeed, you were a very bad day.

I think that it is only right that I punish you for being such a bad day. From now on, you shall be referred to as, "the day" and when mentioned all will scowl.