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May. 11th, 2007 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kolI am in the middle of a no good, rotten, HORRIBLE day. I feel worthless, insignificant, and a total absolute loser. I hate the fact that I get so emotional about stupid trivial things at work. I HATE the fact I let some stupid, insignificant thing cause me to have a sob fest in the bathroom at work. And I'm horrified that I got so emotionally needy I ran down to See's for a candy bar. As if I needed MORE things to feel upset about. Bring on the fats! Not that you can tell if I add more! Why don't we just add another gallon of lard to the mix?!
I hate the fact my novel has stalled, AGAIN. I hate the fact I feel pulled apart in fifty different directions online. I hate wanting to do one thing, but suddenly there's this other thing I have to do, but I don't finish that because oh look, there's THIS that needs my attention. And cutting back online never helps, because there's ALWAYS something that is going to distract me.
I feel fat, miserable, and weepy and I hate it. Motherf!#$ing hormones need to just shut up and go away. Why can't I be in menopause? I don't want kids! I hate you uterus! And now I'm going to be having to truck womanly supplies with me on vacation, IN MY CARRY ONS, because stupid, rotten, no good body decided it wasn't going to stay on my schedule. Well f*#% you too, hormones! Why don't I show you who is boss and gorge myself on See's candy bars?!
I want a refund. I want to punch a wall. But mostly, I want to curl up and bawl my eyes out. I HATE being super emotional. We'll see if an impromptu bike ride helps any, although if it was covered in chocolate I'm sure I'd be tempted to eat that, too. @$#)(*$!!!!!!
I hate the fact my novel has stalled, AGAIN. I hate the fact I feel pulled apart in fifty different directions online. I hate wanting to do one thing, but suddenly there's this other thing I have to do, but I don't finish that because oh look, there's THIS that needs my attention. And cutting back online never helps, because there's ALWAYS something that is going to distract me.
I feel fat, miserable, and weepy and I hate it. Motherf!#$ing hormones need to just shut up and go away. Why can't I be in menopause? I don't want kids! I hate you uterus! And now I'm going to be having to truck womanly supplies with me on vacation, IN MY CARRY ONS, because stupid, rotten, no good body decided it wasn't going to stay on my schedule. Well f*#% you too, hormones! Why don't I show you who is boss and gorge myself on See's candy bars?!
I want a refund. I want to punch a wall. But mostly, I want to curl up and bawl my eyes out. I HATE being super emotional. We'll see if an impromptu bike ride helps any, although if it was covered in chocolate I'm sure I'd be tempted to eat that, too. @$#)(*$!!!!!!
