It’s Monday. I didn’t sleep well. It’s too damn humid. It’s overcast. I couldn’t concentrate on my reading on the subway. I wanted to get up and work out this morning but I couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I hit snooze too many times. I had weird dreams. I think my allergies are acting up. My hip hurts. I’m really sick of my writing right now. I think it’s boring and I feel like I’ve been getting it done but there’s something missing. I have a lot of work to do but I can’t seem to get started. I’m still pretty tired.

Is this a thing that happens? Waking up pissed off? Nothing happened to make me pissed off, I just am. I have free floating aggression. Usually my morning coffee is enough of a bribe to help me get my day started. It’s not working today.

This post is also boring but I’m behind on posts, so, I’m writing it anyway. See? My writing sucks these days. I’ve been having this feeling after I post something where I think back on it like, “Oh for Christ’s sake, what the hell was I talking about?”

I can’t stop sneezing. I’m getting a flu shot tomorrow and it’s probably going to make me sick. It has for the past few years.

My therapist says to never think about the future when you’re in a bad mood but Kavanaugh was sworn in over the weekend, there’s no blue wave coming in November, everything is a disaster.

On the other hand, there’s a new episode of Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me to listen to, so, there’s that. Happy Monday, everyone, it’s going to be a great week.