o/~ When I Break Down... o/~

I need this convention break. I managed to get everything done that needed doing, but small nibbly things blew up in my face. I spilled someone else's Latte all over my car, watch and jacket. People called and complained that their free repairs hadn't been done yet. and and and GHA! I don't want to get into it.

I should work out this evening. It's in my schedule. I don' wanna. Must must must.

Emotional Road Bump [yeah, it happens]

It happens. Sometimes I get to feel a little down for no apparent reason. My nutritionist [I have one] says it's got to do with a sodium/potassium balance. Maybe.
To tell you the truth, I have a nutritionist because my family got into having one. It has to do with dietary supplements. I didn't bother studying about it. I just jumped on the family band wagon. lately, like for the past 4 years or so, I've been jumping off piece by piece. Sure, I've had some benefit from the supilments, benifit that I personally feel is quantifiable. But then a lot of the other benefits I've experienced I feel has more to do with a life style change. I got married.

Meanwhile, back in the blue zone...

[snort] Now that I've written a bit, the funk has started to fade. So.. maybe Sky is right. Maybe I do need to create in order to feel happy. Ah, there it is. What's funking me is the mail box theft problem. My new credit card hasn't arrived yet, nor has the third attempt to get a replacement 1098 for our mortgage. If they have been lifted there isn't much the thief can do with them. I've got more flags on them then an episode of The Great Race. Still, I won't be able to do anything about the credit card until Monday. That means I will be attending Norwescon with this bugger bit sitting in the back on my mind all weekend.

"So everyone, come on, get happy..."