In some odd fashion, I've always sort of prided myself on being a "moody" person. I think I see it is an expression of my deep, artistic soul (or something equally dramatic). But this week/weekend, it has made me absolutely miserable. WHY is being levelheaded so abominably near impossible?
I'm so tired. I thought my endless summer of not sleeping well was vanquished and forgotten in September.
I know how you feel. For someone who claims they enjoy experiencing emotions, there are times when I sure hate being emotional. Also, just so you know you aren't alone in the moodiness this weekend, I had a nice little cry yesterday morning, before the harvest fest and all that funness.
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