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What a difference 24 hours makes
Feb. 26th, 2007 07:21 pmLast night I was in an awful mood. I was depressed, antisocial, in bad need of comfort but only able to be a solitary cactus. No particular reason really. I got some sunshine and some exercise during the day and nothing went particularly wrong. Nothing that is with the exception of my mood. In the late afternoon it started to drop like a presidential approval rating. I put on happy music to change my mood. My mood mocked me and ignored the music. I finally gave up hoping it would improve and fell asleep.
Today was a typical Monday at work. I had a headache for most of the morning and really, really didn't want to be there. But it was Monday, so that's not headline making news.
At some point after I got home I realized I was moving around doing things. I was enjoying music. I was happy to get a load of dishes done and think about what I should do next. It's nice. It's like stepping out the door early in the morning during the first warm days of Spring, hearing the birds sing, and smelling that fresh Spring air.
Today was a typical Monday at work. I had a headache for most of the morning and really, really didn't want to be there. But it was Monday, so that's not headline making news.
At some point after I got home I realized I was moving around doing things. I was enjoying music. I was happy to get a load of dishes done and think about what I should do next. It's nice. It's like stepping out the door early in the morning during the first warm days of Spring, hearing the birds sing, and smelling that fresh Spring air.
