Arrrrugh

I actually spent a couple seconds verbalising the perfect groan to express my mood and to spell it accordingly. "Arrrugh."

I'm not sure why, but suddenly feelings of annonia (yes, annonia) and fustration have beset me. Perhaps it is the rejection email I have just recieved from an internship I was eager for. I often imagined being happy and pleased from the inside out at work, merely because I knew I would be doing something much more meaningful during my week days; my naughty little secret. Or perhaps the fact that I have returned from work in retail after midnight has fuelled my anger. It is as if there is an unwritten rule for retail managers to be swines. The soreness in my lower lip and throbbing headache do very little to elevate my mood either. En generale, I am not a happy bunny. I feel like Stan in American Dad after being questioned by Francine, "Stan, why is it that the only emotion you show is anger?"

The answer:

Quite simply.

God, may I sleep of this mood and wake up with a fresh healthy fearful attitude tommorow. Thankyou for today. Amen.