Small things

It sucks being me sometimes. I can worry my head out (and those of people around me) on the smallest things. Conversely, I can be happy about the smallest things too, but today's an unfortunately an example of the former. So what should have been a blissfully pleasant lazy sunday morn has become everything but. And we're not even fighting, not that. The day has just taken a gloomy turn, and all for (almost) nothing. Being me sucks. Only more than being around me, perhaps.