It wasn't a good day. The best I can say is that it didn't become a violently bad day.
It isn't often I say, "Go forth ye pilgrims and read THIS!" But, if you haven't, you should have a look at José Oliver and Bartolo Torres' Young Lovecraft. I've just finished the first collection, but I believe much of the strip is online. It's like Peanuts for creepy people, with just a dash of perversion. My thanks to oldfossil59 for introducing me to the comic. By the way, I'm actually a much greater admirer of comic "strips" than I am of comic books and graphic novels.
Approximately 30% of the snag in yesterday's writing was my inability to locate a certain passage in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Finally, I put down my Riverside Shakespeare and resorted to the interwebs. Still no luck, but I did discover a remarkable peculiarity. This following sentence recurs perhaps hundreds of times on perhaps hundreds of websites, beginning (for me) with Wikipedia:
Disassociating himself from such evils may be why Oberon, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, carefully observed that neither he nor his court feared the church bells.
It's never sourced, though I believe Wikipedia attributes the sentiment/observation to some or another book on fairies. I'd call this an astounding instance of plagiarism, but we are talking about the internet.
Anyway, if you've not yet ordered a copy of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart, or, for that matter, The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, well, why the hell are you hanging around here. I mean, um, please do. Order them. Thank you.
In closing, today's advice: Everyone is out to fuck you over, and never dare believe otherwise.