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dolorosa_12All weekend I've been feeling kind of blah and dissatisfied with my life, and feeling guilty about it. After all, there's nothing particularly wrong with my life - I have a good, reasonably well-paid job, various groups of excellent friends, and a loving, if slightly odd, family who care about me to the point of obsession. And yet, I spent all weekend feeling grumpy and emo; the slightest thing would annoy me and I probably managed to annoy a lot of people.
At about 2pm this afternoon, I felt like writing an incredibly self-indulgent, ranty lj post, all 'woe is me' black fingernails red whine kind of stuff. Then all of a sudden, I realised that the reason why I was so irked was that all I'd had to eat all day was four soy-linseed crackers and a glass of milk. Suddenly my irritation made sense.
Now, all fed, I'm no longer fed up.
At about 2pm this afternoon, I felt like writing an incredibly self-indulgent, ranty lj post, all 'woe is me' black fingernails red whine kind of stuff. Then all of a sudden, I realised that the reason why I was so irked was that all I'd had to eat all day was four soy-linseed crackers and a glass of milk. Suddenly my irritation made sense.
Now, all fed, I'm no longer fed up.
