Maybe It’s My Apartment, Maybe It’s My Beer

But between my drive home and now, my mood has vastly improved. I’ve felt somewhat discouraged for most of the evening, and I don’t know if there’s anything to be done about it. I’m grouchy all the time anymore. I seem to have these sharp spikes of absolute frustration and negativity, only to have them replaced by a kind of apathy and unemotional response that rivaled my high school days.

But right now, a lot of that has either gone away, or I’ve pushed it deep, deep down into that little black ball in the center of my chest.

Count yourself lucky. Seriously. I had a lot I wanted to complain and whine and moan about, but almost all of it has somehow just dissipated. For good or ill, I’m happy it’s gone. And it’s very possible (and very sad) that the beer I’m working on is the cause for that.