What's Wrong With Me?

It's Friday. I only worked four days this week. The sun is shining. The forecast is for more sun and, more importantly, some warmth at long last. We just hired another sales person. My boss paid me a compliment and won't be in for a couple of days next week. I have two days of freedom ahead of me with lots of dancing and the St Patrick's Day parade to "look forward" to. And yet I feel so f***ing miserable. Why? Could it be cos this time last week I in a totally unreal situation, swanning round a ballroom like a prima donna? Maybe. Reality sucks. There's no doubt about it.