Pitying Me Sucks

     Man.  I'm having one of those days.  One of those days that feels awful inside my head, but if I were to try to explain why it wouldn't really seem so bad.  I don't feel good.  My head hurts and my whole body aches.  But I have too much to do to entertain the notion that maybe I should lay down, even though that's what I really want to do.
      So I'm taking a quick break to eat some yogurt and drink some coffee, in the hopes that I'll feel energized.  But so far, the only change I notice is a new rumble in my tummy.  This is not good.
     I don't have time for this.  I'm already behind as it is.  The house is in sorry shape.  I haven't filed our receipts and tax paperwork since, well, July.  Every closet in the house has become a danger zone.  I have clothes that need to be picked up from the tailor, but they've been there so long I'm nervous they've already been donated to Good Will.  Et cetera.  Et cetera.
     This was all true yesterday, too.  But yesterday I didn't mind.  Today, though, everything just feels heavier.  Tomorrow it won't.  But today it does.  And I hate that feeling.
     So I'm going to turn on some good music and trick myself into being in a good mood.  Then I'm gonna get my butt up off this chair and get to work.  Because the longer I sit here and feel sorry for myself, the crappier I'm going to feel.  In order to make my day bloom instead of gloom, I must suck it up and make the choice to let go of the three capital letters campaigning to ruin my day.