Yup, it’s that time of year. Again, apparently. Today was a near-perfect day: hovering around 70 degrees, alternating between overcast and sunny, just a touch of humidity. Blue sky, singing birds… and one glum, moody, melancholy, tired exhausted, mopey teenage girl for whom this mood is not that often occuring and is usually related to one of a few things: lack of exercise, TOM, lack/excess of food, bad day, sleepiness, sickness, or some wretched combination of those six elements. Blech. Today I fall somewhere between 2 and 5, edging towards 6. It started out so happy and jubilant and hyper and awake… then came 1st hour. It was all downhill from there. First came the sleepiness, followed in quick succession by the glumness.
Ehh, I dunno.
Then, after much hedging and hemming and hawing about with myself, I kicked myself out of the house to go for a short run… usually, that’ll succeed in waking me up. Today it did the opposite: I ran slowly (8:45s, uughh) and so quit after about 2 1/2 miles… if that… then walked/sprinted the remaining 2ish. The humidity wasn’t fun then. Then I had to endure 1 1/2 hours of middle school band “music” (read: catastrophic combination of horrendously out-of-tune and mal-played instruments with snotty kids attached), which was saved by my jazzy little brother J, who was one of the only kids there who could actually play. (He played/improv-ed My Favourite Things and got a standing ovation, complete with whistles. So proud!)
Blech. Sorry for the lack of point in this.