I can't sleep.
I think I have the blues, as diagnosed by Holly Golightly. "The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long." That about covers it. My gym is closed this week and it just rains and rains. I sit inside all day, staring at a computer screen, getting fatter.
I'm sick of my job, and sick of living someplace where I'm supposed be grateful for any day in June that the temperature manages to creep out of the 50's. But mostly I'm sick of myself and all of my dumb opinions. I'm thirty-six. When am I going to learn to shut up once in a while?
I know I'll feel better when the sun comes out, which is absolutely scheduled to happen possibly maybe sometime next week. Temperatures could soar up to 63!