:C

Maybe it's that I am in a foul mood when it happens, but I get into these funks where everything gets sucked into my hate spiral of doom and I end up hating everything. Birdies chirping. Nope. I hate them. Flowers blooming. Nope. I hate them too. Sun shining. No. Blue skies. Uh-uh. Glorious wonderful day. Fuck you. Nothing breaks the hate cycle. I hate everything. No matter what. I hate it. It is the ultimate and fantabulous world of sheer, unadulterated loathing.

Then my daughter sees me frumping in a corner and sits down next to me and gives me a hug.

:s

Perfectly foul mood destroyed again.