So I'm having a rough time right now. My job is really stressing me out, I want to quit smoking, I feel fat, and I have a general sense of malaise and vague impression of impending doom. And like a tad of persecution complex as well... but just because you are paranoid doesn't mean they AREN'T out to get you.
S. made me feel a little better last night. Perhaps I am just pms-ing. And certainly it could be a lot worse. I could be a woman in the military:
http://www.ericacbarnett.com/2007/03/the_womens_war.htmlMan, is THAT fucking depressing. Can you imagine?
I thought today that perhaps I am just depressed. The fact that my insurance won't cover my quit smoking/anxiety medication really pisses me off, too. Those cocksuckers - so it's expensive. Maybe they should take that issue up with the pharmaceutical company instead of just telling me to go fuck myself. But why would you argue with your partner in crime? The Big Pharma and Big Insurance companies are so in bed together, they're stocking up on lube and condoms and renting porn DVDs. God, that pissed me off. I will just be so happy when it's the weekend. But the weekend is only one day... and that one day goes by so fast.... anyway, *sigh*... I'm going to play a crossword puzzle and watch the Colbert Report.