Maybe it's because of the way this holiday is celebrated in certain corners, with chocolate eggs and sugar bunnies and not a thought as to what happened a long time ago and what it's meant since then. And I'm not even religious.
Maybe it's because I'm on my 8th straight week of work with no end in sight and haven't spent any time in the sun in a month of Sundays. If I become allergic to garlic also just shoot me.
Maybe it's because the mutant pigs are off from school all the coming week and the wife has declared that this is a great time to start the spring cleaning seeing as she will be working late all week and I can look forward to the sleep deprivation hallucinations kicking in about Thursday. Oh well, the mutant pigs put their fingerprints all over the walls, they can bloody well wash them off.
Maybe it's because I'm suffering from Daria withdrawl as the last new episode I saw was almost completely unwatchable due to a character that I can only dream of being taken outside and shot repeatedly until that fingernail-on-the-blackboard voice is finally out of my head. Happiness is a belt fed weapon.
Maybe it's because nary a mind-altering chemical has passed my mouth or lungs in such a long time that the edges of reality are becoming sharper and sharper and I'm out of brainband-aids. Maybe the Sihk(sp?) owned quick stop store will be open this a.m. and I'll treat myself to a shot or two or three of scotch. Most likely not.
But to tell the truth and you have to at least to yourself because if you don't you'll find yourself on the path to madness it's because I've spent part of the night ordering stuff I think I want over the net to make up for the fact that my wife and kids spaced that yesterday was my birthday and I got nothing and I'm feeling really sorry for myself and hating myself for feeling this way.
The only thing I know for sure is that it can't get any worse, it can only get better as the only direction I can dig in from here is up.
Asking for your forgiveness for this pathetic rant coming to you from the center of the earth.
Jon Armstrong The Space Ranger Graveyard gives one a unique outlook on life. A dark one.