What happens when even chocolate won't work?

Oh dear. I am in such a foul mood today that I barely recognize myself. Even chocolate hasn't helped. I tried two delicious squares of dark chocolate just after lunch. It only appeased the beast in me for a few minutes. I'm right back to my miserable self and I don't want to waste any more Weight Watchers points on mood enhancing candy.

My hockey team lost last night. The political party I voted for lost last night. It snowed today. The cat threw up.

My baby is gone.

I pretty much couldn't be any moodier than I am right now. Touch wood...

I remember counting my blessings a few months ago when I was having a really bad day. I literally wrote out all the things in my life that were right, even though so many things seemed so wrong. It helped then, but I just don't have the energy to try today. I don't even think I want to feel better.

I'm in full wallowing mode. How very, very attractive.

Have I mentioned how much I hate hormones? I'd be doing cartwheels if they were pregnancy hormones, but I have my doubts.

So I think I'll just crawl back under the giant rock I squeezed myself out from under and continue on with my disgustingly self-indulgent pity party.

If only I had cake.