I had big plans for this day.  A day free from work, free from idiots, free from being nice when I don't have the energy to.  Ahhhh, fabulous.  Maybe I'll work on some new blog recipes!  Maybe I'll clean my whole house from top to bottom!! Maybe I'll go get some new clothes!!! EUREKA! These thoughts were running through my work-free mind last night. 

I woke up this morning, early of course, thanks to my internal alarm clock. First fail on my day off. I turn on the tv and soak in the happiness of the early morning news and traffic reports.....hahaha, suckers!!

Oh shit.  This is good. This is really fuckin' good.  That is, until weekday television reared its ugly ass head.

I'm fat. I know!! And now I'm feeling the pressure of signing up with goddamn Jenny Craig. Fuck you, Jenny.

I have no goals (no, I DON'T right at this very moment, who cares?!) They care.  And now I have to go back to school.  Oh God. 

Oh wait, it gets better.  I'm disabled.  And I should be suing someone because of it?! I hate myself.

Great.  Now I just want to go to stupid work and be around sick, mean people.  And drug seekers. At least I'll feel better about myself.  I'm getting up and getting dressed. Screw this. This is not how I wanted to spend my day off.

Wait, hold on, what's that?!?  Oh! A commercial for an antidepressant.  Fuck work.  Where's the phone number to get some of this shit?

Ohhhhh.  I get it!  Well played, pharmaceutical company. Well played.