I fought with 'superiors' at work, due to living in a constant state of disappointment, overwork and borderline poverty.
I fought at home with Barbara over a refusal to live in an unheated environment.
I fought with some old codger in Berkeley Bowl who uses shoving as a form of communication.
I miss my mom. I forgot my birthday was coming up. I'm tired, cold, and losing my grip.
My reasons for being blue are awfully flimsy.