Blue Tuesday

Evidently I was about 24 hours late to commemorate the most depressing day of the year. I have no idea why I scheduled a 7:30 a.m. coffee meeting for today, but I woke up exhausted, even after a full night's rest.

I schlepped my way through the day, mindlessly answering e-mails and phone calls and trudging through my endless to-do list. Even my boss, during our afternoon meeting, commented that I appeared "tired and stressed" (which is code for "you look like crap"). Perhaps I should have put on more makeup today.

I did manage to get in a two-mile run after work, after which I was wringing wet with sweat and still wanting to kill someone.

If Tuesday was my Monday, does that mean tomorrow is my Tuesday? I hope not; today was not a day I care to repeat anytime soon.

Go away, bad mood. Must. Get. Sleep.