I'm claiming that work is exhausting, which it has been and will be for the next month at least, that half the people at work have called in sick and I'm struggling to get there anyway, which I am, and that I'm too broke to get my hair cut decently, which I am, and that it's too bloody cold both outside and inside the house right now to swank around in fancy clothes, which it is. I put on my Winny the Poo pjs and my comfy striped tshirt and I had hot wonton soup and Chinese stirfry for dinner, which is just a fancy excuse for lots of chicken soup and veggies. So I'm claiming it's a win over damn bad odds.
However, if the Universe wanted to be nice for a change, it could cooperate by either providing a decent promotion, which is deserved, or a lottery win, which maybe isn't deserved but hey, I know we could make a damn good run at both doing some good and having fun.
I daresay this is also true for you--and good luck.