....which was both dull and hard work at the same time.
My runs were horrid - god knows why, maybe I'm dying - swims the same,
conversations dull beyond belief, weather was stinky, boys annoying, food
bland, sleeps fitful, opinions lifeless.
I know it's *me*, 'cause everyone else seemed to be having fun. Why do we
slink into sucky moods, I wonder? Stars in the wrong place? Hormone
imbalance? Natural reaction to being perky most of the time?
Acually, I know wherein the problem lies. Mr Guilt. A friend recently
ended his life and I feel *hugely* guilty that I didn't do more to help him.
Rationalisation rarely works at moments like this, so I think I'll wallow in
self-loathing for a few more days. Expect harsh posts.