It’s Lent and I’m in such a horrible mood. I need to snap out of it. It’s 8pm and within the next hour, I’m going to take an Ambien and put an end to this bad day.
It’s pouring rain.
My family is sick.
I have a headache that won’t go away.
I had the ballet tonight, but I’m skipping it because I hate Giselle. I hate full-length prissy ballets. That’s $90 I flushed down the toilet. Oh well. It was a sunk cost.
I have a bug bite very near my left eye that has now become inflamed. It was bright red. Now its on its way to purplish territory. It hurts when I blink.
I had a bad dream that my Dad died! I was beside myself in the dream and obviously woke up in a funk. When I called home to check on him, my Dad said, “Well, I don’t think it’s my time yet. I’m still here.”
Hillary lost the state I made volunteer calls in.
I ate one meal all day. That’s it. I’ve lost my appetite. I’m upset. I’m going to bed.