ugh,

When you wake up to a forlorn jar of potentially already-gone-bad olives in your fridge suddenly, and depressingly reminding you of what exactly was it you forgot to do yesterday, even though you had the urgency to get it done pressing on the back of your head, you should just mentally hang up a card reading 'abandon all hope ye who enter here' on the front door of the rest of your day.

Dry cereal and lukewarm tea kick-started a day of feeling not quite enough (not early enough, not clever enough, not nice enough, not pretty enough, not rested enough. Hell, not even tired enough) Always almost almost there, but not really managing.

Crappy day, why so crappy?

Fortunately ::clings to hope:: it's almost over, only have to wait until mom calls and then to bed with me. Like the old lady I not-so-secretly am.