The One that's Down in the Dumps

Fridays are supposed to be fabulous, right?

I don't know what my deal is, 

but my Friday has been just plain terrible. 

I'm in a crappy mood. 

I can't seem to shake it. 

One of those moods where, if anyone so much as looks at me the wrong way, 

I may either errupt 

or break down crying. 

There's really not any good reason for this mood.

I haven't been in such a lame emotional state in quite some time.

In fact, I was beginning to think I was a downright happy person. 

(Well, aside from the steamrolling episode of Tuesday.

But let's not talk about that.)

I'm trying my darndest to climb out of this pit. 

I'm walking--

one of my favorite activities.

I'm memorizing new quote verses--

a very productive activity

and one which should only have positive affects.

I'm doing laundry--

ok, that's not really all that "helpful."

I have this morning off--

which is just plain nice, 

except for the fact that I have to work 3-10. 

And I'm not all that functional after 8. 

But I shall survive. 

I have other, much more happy news. 

Like how we went bowling last night. 

Or how I have some sweet new workout clothes. 

Or how my mom's coming next week. 

Or how I made a really great new friend. 

But I just don't think those wonderful things should be lumped in with my lousy mood.

Maybe tomorrow.

(Or later tonight. We'll see.)