a case of bad mood

 This morning, I woke up feeling alright. I went to work and I thought I was almost happy. All I needed was getting my creativity back. All I want is being able to write again. Then I spent the afternoon behind my desk, tapping away on my keyboard and chatting a bit with my coworkers. It was alright. Then I came home and now I'm feeling like pure shit. I don't know why. I'm just so fucking sad. I just want to go to bed and rot away all weekend. And that's why I'll do after I ate my supper. And, by the way, I took out a frozen meal my mom had prepared but I realized only when it was heatead that there's only rice and no chicken in it. So now I have to cook nuggets to go along before only rice is a bit sad of a meal. 

Anyway, I'm going to eat and go to bed. Good night.