Those days where you decide to have ice cream for breakfast and then the lid tells you what kind of day you’re gonna have like some derisive, calorific version of tasseography.
I call it a “Julian Day.”
Häagen-Days
poetry & prose by HLR
Treacle Heart 
Ha! Thanks for tasseography, great word. And where did you find that note??
Haha! Brilliant. I’m having a bloody one meself.