Yep. It can always be worse. And I need to put it back into perspective.
That said, my stress/depression level is hovering around 7 out of 10. Security level orange. Perhaps sienna. Definitely stronger than ochre. What the fuck is ochre? I just looked it up. Ochre is "moderate yellow-orange to orange".
Surely this... facking chamomile tea and... uhn, these mixed nuts will assuage my anxiety and take the edge off it all.
To quote Paolo Nutini's "Alloway Grove": La la la la la la, la la la la la la la.
Fuckit.
Going to bed.
Michael gave me his Scout's honor (wow, that sounds like I took his virginity or something) that tomorrow would be a better day.
I, however, think he's a little old to be a Boy Scout.
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If you've reached the point where you're deflowering Boy Scouts, then it truly is a bad day. Buck up, little Buttercup. Tomorrow will surely be better. Maybe you'll run across an Eagle Scout.
When's your next vacation?
Fack, it's great here.
I really know how to make my friends feel better, huh.
It will be a better day, unless you have an allergic reaction to the tea and nuts.
I am right there with ya buddy. Started a new job and it's rough. Kids are both sick. Husband is laid off. If I had a dog, it'd probably die. I'm not too optimistic about tomorrow myself. Let's skip town and never return.
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