Discouraged?
I’m all for a good pity party, but only if the venting brings clarity to the situation or makes it more bearable.
Last night’s post did neither. So, bye bye!
I’m fighting a cold again. Perhaps the two most depressing things about this are:
1) I planned the Phoenix trip very carefully, had a great time, and still something went wrong.
2) I have little choice about work. Unless I start ejecting organs, I can’t afford to stay home. Double ick that work itself is hectic and frustrating right now so I can’t just sit at my desk and sniffle while pushing a mouse around in circles.
If I could stay home? I would spend the entire day watching Buffy while doing Logic Puzzles. I’ll be counting the hours until I can come home and get a good healthy dose of Spike and “In the round-two matches, Mr. Parks beat Ken, Maurice beat the one who uses the Yeti racket, Mr. Odgen beat the owner of the Astro racket, and the one who uses the Net Result racket beat Quentin, in some order.”
Doesn’t just reading that clear your sinuses?