There's Nothing Like a Little Self-Medicating

I woke up this morning in the worst mood. The most frustrating thing about days like this is that I usually can't even tell you why I feel the way I do. I seem to lack that insight into my own personality that tells you these things. Consequently, I am left with those close to me asking, "what's wrong?" all day long, and the only response I can give them is, "I don't know."

Was it the comment from my coworker yesterday afternoon? "Geez, Laura, even your hard hat is black!" Or the one from my other coworker this morning? "What are you WEARING?" (Incidentally, coworker #1 is consistently rude and annoying and I pretty much always want to give him a sharp poke in the eye. If he didn't program the thermostats to go down to sub-zero temperatures all day long, I wouldn't have to wear the over sized, librarian-type, black sweater every day that prompted the comment from coworker #2.)

Anyway, I felt completely repulsive by the end of the day. My bad mood seemed to grow bigger and bigger until it consumed everything I did. Even as I was picking a fight with my completely innocent and perfectly sweet husband, I could hear my inner voice in the back of my head yelling "stop!" Only I couldn't stop!

After work, I decided that there was only one thing that was going to make me feel better. I took myself to the mall. Not just one mall, but TWO. And I bought myself three pairs of the exact same pants, only in three different colors. Plus, three of the exact same pique polo shirt in three different colors.

But you know what? Not one of those colors was black.