Grr, I thought I was in control of the bloody mood swings. I felt like mould on the way in, battled through the morning and had a kind of a yen to do something stupid, and then was freaking out (rationally) because I realised I'd stuffed something up. Then, got pretty elated over seeing the solution to a fairly knotty problem. Then took another major stuff-up (pointed out by my boss) with equanimity.
This really doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
Screw it. It's late. I'm going home.
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