post-birthday blues

You know how the day after your birthday is always a bit crap? Anticlimax and all the rest. Well, this year... it's especially bad. I'm about to launch into some serious self-pitying drivel, be warned. I woke up and the sun just wasn't shining, literally... grey clouds, violently windy, horrible. I had biiiiiitch features wake me up at 5am with her heinous laugh (she's gone now, this at least makes me happy). I have a list of horrible jobs to do; sorting out galley cupboards, polishing cutlery, cleaning aircon filters, stacks of ironing. So, for those of you that think I'm living the dream, today... I'm living the nightmare. I got bitten to death by mozzies, the holiday folk across the bay were going WILD with their resort activites till around 2am, autocorrect is PISSING me off, a fly keeps landing on my arm and it's making me SO mad I could cry, the radio is playing sad music, I never heard from the one person i'd hoped would message me for my birthday and I hate the fact that I actually thought I would (what is WRONG with me?), Masterchef is on and the TV won't WORK and I don't know what to have for stupid lunch and everything is horrible amen. Okay I'm done. Thanks for coming