Day 156: man how grumpy.

It seems regardless of drinking or not drinking, I am prone to quite violent mood swings. While changing my eating/drinking/exercising/whatevering habits will for a time give me an annoyingly unwaveringly sunny disposition, after a while my brain and body seem to adapt and eventually shift back to moody stormsville. Today is a case in point. After yesterday's excitement, and even with many fun prospects ahead (a party, international travel, life in general) today I managed to be pretty much consistently pissed off, dark and down on shit. Why? No reason. Except maybe having had a couple of days off vigorous exercise. But man, if I can't take two days off without turning psycho, well even that in itself pisses me off. And no, before anyone hazards a foolish (and today dangerous) guess, it's not PMT or any other bullshit scapegoat for people's bad moods. It's just that sometimes I get over it, "it" being absolutely everything that is familiar or hampering or saw it yesterday. Then my escape instinct kicks in, and because usually actual escape is out of the question, I get even more over everything. Boo. Not the best to be around. Just thank your luckies you're reading this from the other side of the internet. Now what to do of an angry evening? I'm heading to the magic shop in a last ditch attempt at finding some frickin white rubber mice. (A sprinkle of banish grumpy dust probably wouldn't hurt either.)