Miserable Wenchitude

I hate, HATE THIS WEATHER.

What a freaking week to take time off of work to rest and unwind. Can you say torture chamber? PMS+Natural Depressive Mood for the last 6-8-10 weeks+Any Temperature over 27 Celsius+Allergies+Stress Headache= Miserable Wenchitude.

I hate everything. I’m going to go hide now like a good little depressive on vacation and ponder the wonders of the little happy pill and why I somehow refuse to accept my need thereof. Also likely to ponder why I am such a loser and can’t get my life on track and figure out where I want to go or in the alternative figure out a path I might want to follow but find out I don’t have the tools needed to accomplish the exploration of the path in the first place.

Blah.