I'm having one of those days where I'm on the edge of tears for absolutely no reason other than messed up chemistry, or something, and I keep having this urge to go find a rock to crawl under.

And I'm annoyed with myself, because, with the exception of really weird light outside my office window this afternoon, and friend I feel disconnected from and really miss, there's nothing specific wrong.

I hate moods like this.
I hate not being able to break out of moods like this.
I hate that even chocolate does nothing for me when I'm stuck in such a mood.

Pity-party's over now.