I've decided that being drunk is the optiumum way out of my funk.
And like my friend Kevin said, I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk....alcogolics go to meetings,.
I think it might be time for me to go to bed. O'm hoping tnhis might eliminATEW my funk for tomrorow at work. If not, I'll kust drimkl more tomorrow night.
I'm half-tempted to delete a lot of my old blog posts. Douche-chill-inducing reading. And that's not a suggestion to read them and laugh at me as a 24 year-old. Really, they're bad. Not as bad as the V remake, but damn close.
I was never really 100% sold the whole seasonal affective disorder thing - especially considering it suffers from the coincidental acronym of SAD - but I'm starting to wonder now if there might be something to it. I've been in a muddy haze for a few days now and it's been mostly overcast and dreary weather during that time. Of course, the sun's back out today and it's not making me any more cheerful, so it still might be BS. Or it's just a subconscious desire to wallow in my mood, despite the fact that I'm fully aware it's destructive mentally. Whee.
At least I didn't forget my Zune today. Two days in a row of that would have been rough, even with Pandora.
Back to work. Shouldn't be enjoying myself here anyway, I suppose.
