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Some days I feel like I have the opposite of the Midas touch: everything I touch turns to ash. Two people are unhappy with me, work wants me to work miracles (although they're not particularly unhappy), I can't banter with someone without setting myself up to feel bad for some obscure and unfathomable reason, blah blah blah. I want to crawl under the covers and pull them over my head and not talk to ANYBODY.
Except for dinner tonight. THAT WAS GREAT!!
This must be the emotional equivalent of having the flu.
(If so, dinner was aspirin, or decongestant, or something.)
Except for dinner tonight. THAT WAS GREAT!!
This must be the emotional equivalent of having the flu.
(If so, dinner was aspirin, or decongestant, or something.)
