Today's Forecast: Low-grade paranoia with outbreak of panic

I hate days like this. Days when nothing goes wrong, but I still walk around as if I just killed the cat.

I keep telling myself that it's ok, that it will be fine.

I don't believe it, but I keep up the mantra. I also keep in mind that my short-temperedness is all about me and has nothing to do with the nice people who just need information about the fair. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better.

Sleep will help. Meds will help, too, because I'm fighting this sinus/cough thing.

I want to do some writing. I want to not be tired. I want something to rid myself of this feeling that everything is wrong and that I'm the cause of it.