It's always Something...

It being Monday, you already wake up with a bad taste in your mouth. I'm not talking morning breath, I'm talking Monday Morning Breath. It's bad when you already have the "ugh...I have do do this again" look out. But when you leave your house at the normal hour, and traffic ads an extra 15 min to your commute- and nothing goes according to plan you sit in that stinky Monday funk. It's 3:44pm and I am still stinky people, I can't scratch my way out. I'm not sure what it is, but that hefty feeling resides over my head like a poop filled balloon just waiting to drop.

One thing goes wrong and it's all over for me, I'm convinced I am doomed. It's the end of the world, everything begins to fall apart and I can't do anything right. I wish I could dissipate into the air like mist from a humidifier. Yet I am still here, as real as ever...dealing with it.