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Sometimes you have a bad night and it’s hard to shake.  The worst is when it seems to carry over into the next day.  I woke up this morning feeling rather meh.  But when I really thought it about it, I realised there are so many things to look back on and say,

“What was my problem?”

I was in a shitty mood, yes, but I was also in that shitty mood sharing a meal with friends.  I’m stewing over things that I can’t change, while slurping up homemade chicken soup.  I almost forgot to taste it, I was just shoveling it in my mouth, waiting for the meal to be over.  Someone made that soup from scratch and all I can think of is how mad I am.  Those friends ate my gross pie and I flipped out when they were poking fun at it.  That pie was gross, they deserve a medal.  But what’s the point in making things, good or bad, when the joy of sharing it gets lost?  I remember eating a lot of meals alone and I remember that it fucking sucked.

I live in a home constantly filled with the smells of cooking and laughter and chatter.  I guess the only thing I can say to myself is:

I don’t want to miss another meal like the one last night.  I need to pick up and dust off and do it better the next time.  Humph, so there.  I guess I told… myself.

It’s the middle of the week and you get so consumed sometimes you have to put yourself in check.  It’s Hump Day and I need to get over the hump.

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