I woke up with my head feeling like someone squeezed a, "feel shitty today" suppository up my ass.
I've found, generally (before i just jinxed it) that when i wake up feeling shitty, my day magically turns in to hyper bliss.
Other than that, eh. Probably just need some postitive interaction?
I can't help but keep wondering when the hell i'm going to snap out of this. Hopefully soon, the dregs of my boredom are gray and cold and mentally defeating.
I wish i could just curl up today and read Moby Dick, that would make me feel all fuzzy and gooey inside.
Ah well, oooooh the pains of growing up!
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