Ever woke up, knowing that today isn't going to be not-so-great? It felt like a drag, even just to get out bed.
I couldn't figure out why the moodiness. I just want the day to be over. I want to start over again.
I tell myself, it's not too late to cheer up. Get coffee, that'll always calm me down. Read an interesting article or that book I got from Borders. Grab some dessert.
Check. Check. Check. Now what?
Incomplete. That's pretty much the feeling right now, no matter how ungrateful and self-absorbed that is.