Lately I've had a bad case of the blues. The out of nowhere no discernible cause kind. Don't you hate that? (I'm imagining this is a common occurrence for a lot of people, forgive me if I'm mistaken.) When I'm grumpy and I can't seem to shake it, I normally send an email to my 6th grade teacher. I'm sure that sounds strange, but she's my favorite person and reminding myself that I'm able to communicate with her makes me happy.

Within the next few days, I'm going to write a proper post about how to kick the blues in its ballsack. For now, here's an excerpt from my email:

Lately I've been trying that whole 'don't do work in your bed' thing because I haven't been able to sleep the last few weeks. I don't know if this ever happens to you: being exhausted until the lights are off.

I get distracted being sad about television, namely this last episode of the Good Wife because the writers blindsided everyone, and whether or not William H. Macy's character is going to finally die on Shameless. 

Movies too. Like theoretically, all the characters in Witches of Eastwick would have had their satan babies on the same day, right? Seriously, the logistics of this have been bothering me the last few days: they're psychic witches after meeting Jack Nicholson's devil character, so they'd want to all be *with* each other while giving birth, but hospital-wise that would be a disaster area.

Sometimes I'll just be distracted because of student loans, or that I forgot to put my phone on vibrate in case I get phoned by some 1-800 number asking me for back payments. Then I'll have to check and see that I've set my alarm for the next day, even though I'm just going to sleep through it unless I have to be up for work. 

I know I won't be stuck with the blues forever, but it seems like such a waste staying inside on a sleepy spring day just because you're too bummed out to be productive. *sigh*

Tomorrow will be better, I hope.