I hate my foul moods. I have developed the capability to know when they are developing but have not yet found the switch that turns the process off. Maybe some day. In the meantime I will have to endure seeing how The Wife endures them until she ultimately stumbles across something that shows me I am and will always be an ass. Luckily for me, it does seem that the moments in between my foul moods present some incentive for at least one person not to give up on me (yet?).
I hate the lack of time to do anything substantial. It seems like the world is conspiring to always find some way of getting in between you and doing something quietly and thoroughly. I hate that it only seems so but is just an illustration of my own lack of staying power and impatience.
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