When you have a day that's simultaneously excellent and sh*tty, I recommend giving a big suckaroo to the great reducing and having some unscheduled beers. Preferably Belgian-styled, with 8% alcohol or greater. You know, more bang and fewer calories for your buck.
Add a few prematurely springy bunches of ranunculus.
And bring it all home with a dark'n'stormy or two.
And that, my friends, is how an excellent sh*tty day gets motherf*ckin' schooled.
I was once teaching ESL in Las Vegas; this was after leaving one grad program and before flaking out on another. The class was held in the North Paw of the Sphinx right outside the Luxor. Seriously. Anyway, one of my students was writing an essay about his experiences in the US, and he was very disappointed that he was too old to attend high school. Even so, he remained optimistic and said, "Still, I have happy."