Aug 08, 2010 16:00
...for no significant reason. It's more like those hundred little things which torment one to death. It's rainy, cold, I have to work on a translation that's just silly (and difficult), while my own research is covered in cobwebs. My thyroid is sluggish again, which results in permanent tiredness, foggy brain and miraculously fast weight gain - which I do NOT need, but my doctor won't see me sooner than in September, because he's away. Also, my mother is just so easy to annoy these days, which doesn't add well with Dana being prone to true but bad-timed remarks, there's a funeral to attend on Thursday (grand-aunt whom I haven't seen for 25 years) and if the fridge leaks one more time I'll get crazy.
Aaah, I just wish everybody left me alone.