Why is it that the statement "When it rains it pours" is so true. Probably because when you've gotten one big smackdown, the magnitude of everything else negative is increased by a factor of ten.
I'm exhausted, and not because I've not been getting any sleep, I've been sleeping fine. I just feel like the last few days have put me through the wringer.
Thankfully for me, my artificial mood enhancer is caffeine and sugar, otherwise I'd be on a HUGE bender right now.
I'm far too sensitive when it comes to crap like this, and it's stupid, because I KNOW when I'm being all morose and just looking at the negative... but there seems to be this great barren desert between me and the happy stuff. To get to it I'd have to leave behind the crap because I can't carry that across the wasteland. Leaving behind the crap is a good thing, of course, but is offloading it all at once actually dealing with it, or is it just denial? Do I really have to figure out how to shift this burden to a position I can lug across that expanse?
Ahh, such glorious imagery. I'm a dork. :P
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name...