Gomen ne Juliet....

Is it bad that I woke up terrified and a miserable, miserable mess?


And that the mood stuck with me all day long. To the point that all this pressure at work is beginning to make me crack. I'm suppressing tears and trying to get everything done so I can go home and cry and let it all out.

The highlight of my day so far has been an unexpected lunch with my younger siblings. It was an hour of comfort. Then I was back at work and things are just going to hell. Without the pretty handbasket.

I think today is a day that I am being super critical of myself without even trying. And after eating such a greasy breakfast (scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon! Traditional fattening breakfast fare!), I feel distinctly unattractive. Not even my new, pretty earrings are cheering me up.

Maybe I should go back to bed. Hopefully, the next time I wake up, I'll be back to a more normal state of mind instead of microscoping (hush, that is my made-up word for the day) my flaws and ugliness.

Or you know, lay off on eating so much in the mornings whenever I wake up grumpy.