The Blues

I am having one of those days when I want to go home, curl up in a ball under my covers, drink hot tea with honey, and cry. Maybe watch some mindless entertainment after a long nap. Most definately have someone give me a hug. (An impossible commodity when you work at a state capitol) Yes, I have the ‘Blues’. That horrible state of mind where I’m all mopey, with no good reason, and it’s for no good reason, but then because I’m already blue everything around me is more likely to upset me, causing some serious, entrenched depression. The kind where I get mad at some of the people I care about the most because they don’t have the psychic skills needed to read my mind to know exactly what I need and rush to my side when they are miles away and have not even talked to me today to have any of even the most rudimentary of tools to guess that something is wrong. This obviously shows they don’t care about me enough, or at all.

I hate it when I’m illogical. Especially when I’m illogical and I KNOW I’m being illogical. Blissful illogic must be nice.