I Never Could Get the Hang of Tuesdays
It’s been a very odd day—not that anything weird has happened, but that it’s just felt all wrong. I had a terrible night last night but somehow woke up at a relatively decent hour feeling more awake than I’ve felt in weeks. Then I spent most of the rest of the day feeling simultaneously antsy and listless, descending into moodiness and irritability, crescendoing with a great dinner and poetry reading at Tolkien Boy’s place, and then returning to antsiness and listlessness.
It wasn’t simply a matter of waking up on the wrong side of bed. Those sorts of days are typically composed solely of moodiness and irritability. I think this was probably more of a combination of having a really messed up sleep schedule and being generally frustrated with things.
I hate posts like this. I hate writing about being frustrated, because I hate indulging in that feeling and because I hate forcing it upon unsuspecting readers. But mostly, I hate that I feel like I don’t have anything else to say.