Stop whispering, start shouting.
Today was supposed to be disgruntled mailboy day. I was going to wake up hating my life and enjoying every second of it. I planned to mope around the office, pissed off about who I was, and what little I had done with what I had been given.
Instead, I woke up feeling rested and content, so the day was all ready off to a bad start. As I drove to the orthodontist and then to work, I tried my damndest to feel terrible about myself. When that didn't work, I put on Radiohead's "Hail to the Thief" in the hopes that I could at least get pissed off about our world's post 9/11 political climate.
But the weather was too damn nice today, and my hair has started to grow long again.
Instead, I woke up feeling rested and content, so the day was all ready off to a bad start. As I drove to the orthodontist and then to work, I tried my damndest to feel terrible about myself. When that didn't work, I put on Radiohead's "Hail to the Thief" in the hopes that I could at least get pissed off about our world's post 9/11 political climate.
But the weather was too damn nice today, and my hair has started to grow long again.