I hate waking up tired. The mood taints everything onward. Even though the day itself brought no calamities, and even some points of pleasure, I was beaten low by the end of it.
A disappointing lip gloss. An inability to find The New Yorker on sale. Having to wait three days until vacation. My pizza order forgotten. . . really, these were the extent of my troubles.
Yet I was morose and exhausted by 5pm. Right now I despair that tomorrow will be any cheerier.
But fuck, I better get my attitude adjusted before the universe sends me something real to sweat.
Lately, any day I don't puke is a good day O_o
ReplyDeletejeez, the pizza thing - that alone sends anyone's day straight into the crapper.
ReplyDeletechin up, holidays 'acomin.