I'm going to be depressed, I just know it.

It's too early to be up on a saturday. Attention, all friends: Don't call at 4:30 am. Calls in the morning are reserved for emergencies - car trouble, I-may-be-pregnant calls, my-girlfriend-dumped-me-calls, and coyote ugly happened to me calls. So now, I'm awake three hours early, and praning. I hate waiting, especially for bad news bears. (Be ready for bear).

People always tell me, "Don't sweat the small stuff". I can't. It's because the small things do matter. And sometimes, many times, the small things manage to become big things, and you find yourself at a low.

Please Lord, just give me this. I promise to eat more fish. And to laugh more.

Tags: me
Current Location: at the edge
Current Mood: anxious