I'm sick of feeling like crap about myself, be it for something done to me or something I did myself. Last week was all about external influences. Today, however is a bonehead maneuver I did all by my lonesome. Naturally, I'm beating myself up about it. Tomorrow I vow to have an entire day where I don't feel like a total fucking retard. Twenty-four continuous hours. I don't think it's asking too much.
Today should have been a great day. Jury duty is now a thing of the past (for at least six more years), I was back at work where I was berated for taking time off by everyone I do work for because they were left to fend for themselves. I was told by three different people in two of the meetings I was in today that they couldn't be happier that I was finally back and to not leave again. That kind of stuff makes me feel really good. I'm just the office monkey, but I've made a point of ingratiating myself into everyone's business so that when I take any time off, they realize exactly how much I do for them. My desk is in terrible shape right now. It's amazing how quickly stuff piles up when you take a week off. And it wasn't even a proper week. If you look at it, since it was Thanksgiving week, it was really only half a week since 99% of the office didn't show up on Friday.
Today was so full, I didn't get a chance to turn on the iPhone more than one time once I got to work. That's just bullshit!!!!!
Today's Christmas song is another poopy kind of song since I'm feeling kind of poopy. It's the Joni Mitchell classic "River." I could listen to this song over and over and over again and never get sick of it.