angry. confused. angry. At least the person who has confused me, I think I know how to handle, and that's prolly a good thing. The person who's made me see red? well, I haven't known what to do with that person for a very, very long time.
I'm tired because the bronchitis from Hell is not letting up (yeah, the flu bug that's being passed around Redding at the moment leads to happy fun bronchitis from hell), I'm hovering right on the edge of burntoutness, and I'll need to do something about that before I snap, and my friendly neighborhood depression is lurking at the cracks because of the two above things, plus some remnants of february.
One of these days I need to rant about the phrase "if you would just think happy thoughts, you wouldn't be depressed" and the mindset of "looking out for number one" a bit, because both topics are eating at me. But not now.
Christ on a freaking pogostick, though, there are some things one just doesn't *do*.
And that's all I want to say on that subject for the moment.