Burn out

Ah yes. That familiar feeling of being emotional over nothing. It's baaaack (think blonde haired girl from poltergeist). I think not having a day off for almost two full months has taken it's toll. Ok, I don't think, I know. I just had to have it spelled out for me today when I was chatting with Meh. Oo nga no, duh.

I've lost my mojo. I'm tired, cranky, on the edge and worst of all manic. I don't want to have another bout of mild depression. Yes sports fans, I do have a history of that, then again I wouldn't trust a doctor who so easily hands out prescription for prozac. And no, I never did fill out that prescription. Just getting diagnosed and handed the go signal to take the happy pill jolted me from my dark mood. On the upside, I've stopped drinking coffee. I have my zen filled cup of green tea for the whole day and it makes me feel so much better.

I can't wait to get a proper day off and just people watch. American Dad just ain't cutting it anymore. I can't wait to use my passport (the red one natch) and go to Paris. Eat macarons, see Mona Lisa (yes I know she's actually small in real life and not all that), pain au chocolat, coffee. Have a life basically.

I know, I'm whining.