I'm not happy. Again.
Considering that the only worthwhile activity I look forward to each and every day had to take a raincheck, I am not a happy camper indeed. So I might just well stay here at the office some more and let the work kill me while I'm at it.
I can't blame, much less get angry at anyone for this; it wouldn't be fair. And besides, getting angry would get me nowhere anyway. But that doen't change the fact that at the moment, I am inconsolable. I exaggerate not.
Really, I have to take all this angst out somewhere. Or I might just drop dead.