Thursday, February 27, 2014
Ever have one of those days where everything you touch turns to excrement? Not in small ways. But in large, Irwin Allen production-type ways? When coming out of something with bandages is the least of your problems? When you really, really, really don't know why you keep going? When you're not sure tomorrow will be better? Or if it will ever get better? When you're pretty sure that the world would be better off without you dragging the earth's spin that extra little bit?
Yeah, it's been that kind of day. Before 10:30 in the morning, even. I feel stupid, worthless, and useless. It started with good intentions, and went on a speeding chariot to Tartarus. I'm going to go curl up and hope the world swallows me up whole. It would probably be the best thing I can hope for.