Do you ever have one of those days? Or weeks? Or lifetimes?
My iPod won't turn on this morning. I woke up more than an hour early and couldn't get back to sleep. I thought I looked cute yesterday and took a photo of myself in a full-length mirror. I looked at the photo. YUCK! Not so cute after all. I've wanted to eat for the last three or four days. I'm broke. My kids argue too much. My daughter says she might not to play soccer anymore. My fella has been unemployed since December. My boss is in town and every time he sees me he says, "Are you leaving early? Don't you work until 6:00 PM?" No. I've worked 9:00 to 5:00 for years, but thanks for automatically looking for something to criticize every time you see me. Tomorrow is my weigh-day and I'm scared. I don't have health insurance. My nephew's in jail. I'm worried about my mom. I hate my job. I'm afraid to find a new job. I'm not happy in my relationship.
So basically everything sucks. That's all.