Marvelously Awful
Today, I get to go in to work in a marvelously awful mood.
First, Dave gets up late and rushes me. Then, he trips over my empty planter going down the deck steps, picks it up, and whips it at the deck.
That planter has been in the same place for a month. You'd think he'd know it was there by now. Of course, it wasn't his planter, so it was okay to throw it around.
All this on top of the fact that I have not slept for dreading going in to work today.
Tired, headachey, nauseous, anxiety-riddled, depressed.....yeah, it should be a wonderful day, indeed.
"Depression is rage spread thin."
---George Santayana
First, Dave gets up late and rushes me. Then, he trips over my empty planter going down the deck steps, picks it up, and whips it at the deck.
That planter has been in the same place for a month. You'd think he'd know it was there by now. Of course, it wasn't his planter, so it was okay to throw it around.
All this on top of the fact that I have not slept for dreading going in to work today.
Tired, headachey, nauseous, anxiety-riddled, depressed.....yeah, it should be a wonderful day, indeed.
"Depression is rage spread thin."
---George Santayana