OK, so here is my problem.
Yesterday I had a shit day. That is not at all unusual for me and those of you who know me well will know exactly why that is. Usually it is related to incompetence.
Anyway, the point is, I had a crap day at work; I got home with barely enough energy to keep my eyes open or move my lower limbs; my unnamed mobile telephone service provider put me on hold for half an hour only to tell me that they couldn't tell me why my Sim card was insisting on being "inactive"; there is still a dull metaphorical ache in my heart; and having missed my lunch break at work, I ate three sushi rolls far to quickly upon my arrival home.
Whinge-frickety-whinge-whinge. Right? Wrong.
Because somewhere deep down inside the depths of my soul, I have this complete and utter sense of satisfaction. I'm happy. Content. Blissful even.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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