there are days

there are days when there just isn't enough coffee.
there are days when i feel empty inside.
there are days when i stop and smell the roses.
there are days when i think that even the people close to me don't really get me.
there are days when i don't feel very wry, or sardonic, or even funny.
there are days when i don't even feel in the slightest bit interesting.
there are days when i love everyone and everything.
there are days when i hate everyone and everything.
there are days when no. 2 doesn't cry and whine all day (not too many, but there are).
there are days when i wonder what the fuck this is all about.
there are days when it all makes complete sense.
there are days when the weather matches my mood.
there are days when spontaneous combustion would seem like fun (i'd prefer a crowded bank line)
there are days when i think, i need to fucking get over it and suck it up, quit my fucking bellyaching, get up off my ass, and actually do something to improve my mood.

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