Let's call today a wash.
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.