They say that January 24th is statistically the most depressing day of the year. So let me indulge in a short self loathing rant in the spirit of this day.
I feel fat and old. My house has been on the market for 9 months without a single offer. Nioxin does not make hair thicker. The alarm system wouldn't stop chirping so I cut the wires. Now I have to pay to get it fixed. The mortgage went up because taxes went up. I am too tired to fight the increase. J-Date sucks. Aveda doesn't make my favorite green tea/smoked satin eye pencil anymore. My computer is 8 years old and acts like it has cancer. I can't afford a new one. MEX told S he might be going to Paris "with a friend." I need to come up with several thousand dollars for G's summer trip. I didn't get the freelance project I pitched last month.