The good news was that when I got to work I smelled like a campfire, which brought back many happy memories of vacations. The bad news was, I smelled like a campfire because I had to walk through the smoke and ash from a restaurant that was burning down that morning.
The good news was that I finally got new underwear. Unfortunately I thought it was regular underwear and I was mistaken; the waistband came up an extra inch, resembling some kind of tummy-control underwear that can probably be seen through my shirt and I don't really need tummy-control underwear but now people think I do.
Good news: saw the movie Hotel Rwanda, about the killing of nearly one million people in Rwanda in 1994. Bad news: it was "too melodramatic," according to the friend who saw it with me.