I hate hate hate days like today. The smallest thing brings my world crashing down. It’s weird with me, it always seems like the big things people do (steal, cheat, abuse, etc.) aren’t really a big deal. I’m quick to forgive those who commit terrible crimes, and myself for that matter. But I’m unable to forgive those who simply make mistakes. I hate also, when I’m feeling down in the dumps. I had an awful morning/day backed by the fact that my “new” job still hasn’t happened. Sigh. I pushed Chris away hastily and sent him skating off to his friends, telling him not to worry. 

After a thirty minute shower, I still don’t feel better. I’m about to cuddle on the couch with my book, maybe cry, and then head to the job that causes me physical pain to go to. 

Today was/isn’t good.