I’d just like to apologise to my co-workers and anyone else I may have had contact with today, because quite frankly, I’m feeling like a miserable bitch. I’m very irritable, with little patience, I’m tired, drained…a big bag of suckiness. I don’t believe that those living below the poverty line go through the same thing as I am, and I am entirely attributing these mood swings to the fact that we’re so pampered in North America, but my word, this mood of mine is not fun!
I’ve pretty much gone through this state of being every other day this past week. One day I’ll be fine and proud of myself, and I’ll drink lots of water and feel satiated; the next I’ll wake up feeling like Medusa. Heaven forbid you look at me or dare to strike up a conversation!
I’ve already eaten all my meals for the day as I’ll be meeting up with friends tonight, so I’m now in it for the long haul. I’m so tired I’m falling asleep at my desk. I’ll be such good company, drinking my water, trying not to nod off at the table, ready to pounce at any word. Maybe I should apologise in advance to the girls…
Seven more days. Just seven more days left. I have a sneaky suspicion it’s only going to get worse from here.