i’ve come to realize — yet again — that january is one of my most hated months ever. definitely moreso than december & thus i’ve also realized that i’ve been submerged in the worst case of the mean reds ever.
practically nothing lifts this mood. and just about any little thing sets me off.
the weekend did little to improve upon the murderous wrath swallowing me up last friday:
- so-so BSG episode (first time i’ve ever been actively disapointed by it)
- too much laziness overall
- a door attacked my ankle
- annoying stores
- my bean bag was so destroyed that over a week’s worth of washings at the cleaners has yet to resurrect it
- bleh everything
maybe i should just avoid all human contact for the duration of the next two days…or years…whatever.
