Moody

Me. Not the critter.

It’s all tradeoffs. The good news is that I finally dove into one of the bigger “back burner” tasks that had been getting more and more on my nerves by the day. Had a good idea that seems to be working on how to organize it and make good progress. It’s not done (it has been festering for a while) but it’s respectable and I’m happy about it.

The bad news is that I’m still soooooooooo tired, in large part because I got so wrapped up with this task. Plus, when I did take a break I made the mistake of looking at the news. Between the psychotic, evil chucklefuck in the White House, his cult of pedophile protectors and criminals and sycophants, the shooting in Idaho, the fires in Washington, it’s just exhausting.

So I’ll go with the pissed off, feral, possibly rabid opossum as the symbol of my psyche tonight.

It could be worse.

It probably will be, tomorrow.