Bad hair days v fat-and-ugly days

I'm not exactly having a bad hair day today - more of a shocker of a hair day! I made the school-girl error of putting too much product in my hair; so, it goes with out saying that my locks are currently caked to my head. On occasion, this would have had me running back to the shower, or at the very least grabbing a hat on my way out the door - I have a stash of trilbys and flat caps for dealing with such occasions. Today, however, joy-of-joys, I managed to slide with (relative) ease into my favourite just-washed Diesel jeans. Thus lifting my mood and making facing the world an easier task. While this is not a completely isolated occurance; it is one that happens far more frequently the other way round e.g. blow dry my hair okay and then see my completed look in the full-length mirror and think 'what were you thinking?' and go back to change. So, as I drove to work with a smile upon my face - that quickly subsided when I caught a glimpse of my hair in the rear-view mirror - it got me thinking which do I hate more: fat-and-ugly days or bad hair days? I'm still musing over it as we speak, but think I'm leaning toward the former...