Mercurial Mood

Monday, February 11, 2008. 2022 EST. Apartment in Virginia. Dark, cold enough to raise goosepimples on my legs as I walked inside in shorts and a t-shirt.

I've been tetchy all day long. I cursed every single driver on the road to and from work for being on the road. I've been coughing all day due to my allergies hitting hard. Q.L. stole my whoopie cushion at work (though I deserved it because I left it inflated on her chair). I ate too much for lunch and felt really sick for most of the afternoon. The drive home took almost an hour because of a car accident. I came back to a five-day warning/eviction notice, even though I paid my rent five days before the due date, and have the bank statement online showing the check cancelled by my apartment complex.

At the same time, I had a great morning. Nice bowl of cereal and yogurt for breakfast. Calm morning, calm day really. Met the deadline and submitted something for the client at work. Started organizing an impending Popeye's fried chicken eating contest. I ran four miles for the first time in a very long time. Made it home safe, and was able to prove that I paid the rent bill. And now, I get to watch the train wreck embarrassment that is American Gladiators. There's even a preliminary plan for me to start a work-only blog, which would let me separate Writ in twain.

How much of our perception of the events around us is colored by our moods? Probably significantly. This day had its up and downs, just like any other day. I made it home safe, and I'm healthy for another day, and I want to see tomorrow.

Wow, it's been a long time since I could say that, honestly. I want to see tomorrow.

Weird. Is my life where I thought it would be ten years ago? No. Is it where I'd love it to be right now? No. Am I good to go for at least one more day? Yes. Well, this has been a hell of a day. Ah, to be bi-polar.