wicked bad mood
Nov. 16th, 2003 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperYou know what, I think I've decided that I hate weekends. You work your ass off for five days, and in return you get two crapass days off, one where everyone's so busy doing "Saturday" things that places are crowded, parking is impossible, movies are more expensive, and there are rugrats fucking everywhere (shut up, y'alls, that's not what I meant). You have two choices on Saturday, you can have fun, or you can get productive shit done. If you have fun, you have to do all the productive shit on Sunday. If you get productive shit done, so much for enjoying your Saturday. And then Sundays are just asstastic. Shit's closed, in Massachusetts you can't buy alcohol (not that I would or do, it just seems like a super stupid restriction), the parking situation's even worse (not that I drive), as are the rampantly rude and oblivious pedestrians, there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING on TV, and you have this one last chance to get productive shit done so you do it to keep from feeling like shit-my-weekend's-over-and-i-didn't-get-a-damn-thing-done. On top of that, you spend the day dreading the next day's workday.
Weekends are far too short and you have to do too much shit for them to be truly restful. So fuck 'em. I officially disown my socially sanctioned need to view them as a nice thing.
In case anyone can't tell, I've had a positively miserable day. Not for any specific reason - I did get shit done that I needed to do, watched some mindless TV, finished Persopolis (anyone who liked Art Speigelman's Maus should definitely read this one), had a little nap, even. But no, as the day progressed my mood worsened, the knot my stomach has tied itself into has tightened, my food is flying through my system and out the other end at warp speed, and I have this lump in my throat and an itch behind my nose that means that I'm going to start crying and never stop at the slightest provocation. Listening to any sort of angsty or sappy music is right out tonight, but as I'm a masochistic bitch I'll probably do so anyway and bawl like a toddler with a scraped knee. I've been avoiding everyone today because I don't feel like I can string two civil sentences together. I'm not PMSing - it is totally the wrong week for that. I'm just plain old fucking depressed out of my mind. One thing might have made me feel better, but it's way the fuck past 6 pm now and there's not a chance in hell it'll happen tonight. Normally I would just go to bed, but that would mean that tomorrow would be here faster, and tomorrow is going to asscrapininesuck.
Shooting me would be kind and generous right now.
Weekends are far too short and you have to do too much shit for them to be truly restful. So fuck 'em. I officially disown my socially sanctioned need to view them as a nice thing.
In case anyone can't tell, I've had a positively miserable day. Not for any specific reason - I did get shit done that I needed to do, watched some mindless TV, finished Persopolis (anyone who liked Art Speigelman's Maus should definitely read this one), had a little nap, even. But no, as the day progressed my mood worsened, the knot my stomach has tied itself into has tightened, my food is flying through my system and out the other end at warp speed, and I have this lump in my throat and an itch behind my nose that means that I'm going to start crying and never stop at the slightest provocation. Listening to any sort of angsty or sappy music is right out tonight, but as I'm a masochistic bitch I'll probably do so anyway and bawl like a toddler with a scraped knee. I've been avoiding everyone today because I don't feel like I can string two civil sentences together. I'm not PMSing - it is totally the wrong week for that. I'm just plain old fucking depressed out of my mind. One thing might have made me feel better, but it's way the fuck past 6 pm now and there's not a chance in hell it'll happen tonight. Normally I would just go to bed, but that would mean that tomorrow would be here faster, and tomorrow is going to asscrapininesuck.
Shooting me would be kind and generous right now.
