I hate the way that sometimes dumb shit can send me into a funk. I know its just my depression, and that I was probably just in a more precarious place than I realized, but. It just sucks and it makes me feel stupid and lame.

Which is totally how you want to be feeling in a fresh funk, let me tell you. *sighs*

I have a plan, though. Since I am blue from plans falling through, I am going to attempt slightly altered plans, thus stopping the descent into suckitude, and perhaps even propping me back up a bit. I don’t think its going to undo my mood, but right now I’m not picky, less blue is fucking joyful enough.

Now if people would just wake up so that I can confirm my back-up plan, that would be shibby.