I hate it when my mood crashes.  I don't want to take the thirty seconds to flip on my laptop, which is supremely dumb.  And it's not like I have anything to really be down about.  We spent our income tax return on new livingroom furniture and a dining room set that actually fits us all in.  I've got a brainless job that only takes up four hours a week (though it would take 6 to do it right, but hey, they only want to pay for four), which is a few hundred bucks more a month than we had before.  Our house is surprisingly clean, and it's the weekend.  So why am I so bloody depressed?!!!?!


Tomorrow morning my beloved is off to play paintball while I do the janitor thing for a few hours.  At least this weekend it's only four hours; last two weekends it was eight.  Then I'm free!  Plus, I'll actually have the energy to go to the gym on sunday, which will definitely make me feel better, more accomplished.

I gotta get out of this rut.