Being a Weed.

It’s amazing what a difference mood can make to the level of stress imposed by Irritating Things. When you’re in a good mood they slip off as matters of little consequence, but when the mood is low or tense, every little things climbs onto your back and drags you ever further down. Or maybe it's just me.

My troublesome molar is being troublesome today, and it just occurred to me that there’s nobody to whom I can say ‘my tooth hurts.’ That’s terrible. Would it make any difference, though?

And yet I’m actually in quite a good mood for some reason.

I think I should get on with some jobs and stop wasting time making trivial blog posts.