I don't want to go to work.

I had a really bad day yesterday. Really. And then I came home and watched Van Helsing.

You know how you do something that you really dislike yourself for, stemming from a character flaw, and you feel a kind of despair, because it's something you've done before and you can't seem to learn anything from past mistakes? It makes you feel like there is no horizon.

I need to find a little cupboard of happiness where I can hide and pretend that my monsters don't exist. I wonder if I can make my fingers do some writing today, to distract myself.