Today is a complete and irretrievable failure. If tomorrow follows in the same vein, I'm giving up. I'm changing my name to Chanterelle, joining a vampire cult, and dying in an ugly basement in Sunnydale.
No, wait, that's fictional.
Hmm. Okay, instead, I'm going to change my name to Giselle, move to Provence and make herbed goat cheese for the rest of my life. Yes. This sounds like a viable plan.