I am, I mean. Monday and Tuesday it was sunny and bright, and I was in good spirits. Didn’t even drag my arse about getting things done. Wednesday dawns dull and grey, and it took Cape Breton fiddles to get me unglued from the chair to look after the wee finned ones and their food. Short-tempered and generally dissatisfied with everything. Don’t like it here, don’t want to go back home, don’t want to go to another state (well, maybe something in the northeast…hmmmm) and can’t go to the UK (even if I did, I’d probably be bored and dissatisfied with that too, in time). I guess there are just some days when you hate everything and everyone and wish everything would just fuck off, and this happens to be one of them. I used to have a helluva lot more energy, too. I’m not that old and it was only a few years ago, so it’s got to be something else. Ah well. Fuck it–pissed off is good for some energy, at least.