purplerabbits

I feel sick. I don't know if it's because I ate my prozac with no breakfast today, or because I am surrounded by work that I hate and don't understand. Cause and effect is getting a bit muddled at this point. I want to be in a nice warm bed, curled up with my triceratops and a hot toddy. Instead I am hunched Cratchit-like over an extra heater, pecking at the keys with claw-like fingers, and sulking.

Maybe if I stopped sulking I would be having a less crappy time, but that's easier thought than achieved. If I engage in positive thinking mantras I generally end up more filled with resentment than ever, although it may help me to direct my bile at the Louise Hay and her ilk. The only mantras that have ever worked for me are highly idiosyncratic: "I have good hair", "I'm a good rabbit", and, come to that "I've got a triceratops". Perhaps I should settle for "I have three weeks off at Xmas" - that may get me through till hometime...