I feel like crap. My neighborhood has been torn up by storms and tornadoes, there’s a pile of wet socks next to the washing machine, my dog really stinks and I’ve got terrible windshield wipers so driving is treacherous. It hasn’t stopped raining, storming, blowing and tornadoing here, in Arkansas, in weeks, and I feel like crap. Maybe it’s the weather.
There’s actually not a lot of evidence linking depression and general funk to bad weather but damn, I’m in a bad mood and I really shouldn’t be. So, I have to blame it on something, might as well be the weather.
I feel so bad I can’t even recognize anything positive. My husband snores, we have tiny tvs, no flat panel or HD, I have an ugly desk at work, my ac doesn’t work in my car and I have funny looking feet. What the hell.
I know I should work out, it always makes me feel better, but the Anytime Fitness parking lot had white caps. I needed a snorkel (I love that word) to cross the parking lot. Screw it. who wants to work out, that’s what I said, instead of working out. End result? I felt even worse.
There are plenty of article suggestion light therapy, yoga, exercise and a long vacation would make me feel better. All those things would probably work, but what the hell. I’m going to find a blanket and watch Ralph Machio on Dancing With the Stars. Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow.