It may please some of you to know that even the eternally optimistic get the blues every once in a while.
I don't have an exact reason to pinpoint as the source of my mood. Brent is great. Em is awesome. Despite all that, I'm in a weird funk tonight.
I've been thinking a lot about my late father. I miss him so much, and it hurts to think that he'll never have an opportunity to play with Em.
I can't seem to get on top of my housework and other chores. With three of us home all the time -- and of us who insists on removing every item from every container and then taking it across the condo, leaving it somewhere totally random -- there's a lot to stay on top of.
I've encountered some attitudes, in real life and online, that need adjusting. If only everyone could think before they speak...
I was going to forget my worries in a Netflix copy of Confessions of a Shopaholic, but I can't find where I put the damn DVD.
And I don't understand how more blogging = less comments. Meh.
It's a good thing that Brent is at the UCLA game tonight. I'm sure I'll be in a better place, mentally, by the time he returns.
I have a lot to be thankful for, obviously, but that doesn't mean I can't get hit by a funk every now and then.
"I am an optimist, unrepentant and militant. After all, in order not to be a fool an optimist must know how sad a place the world can be. It is only the pessimist who finds this out anew every day." - Peter Ustinov

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