Every little thing is gonna be alright

So things on Tuesday probably didn't go as well as they should have. I'll know in 8 weeks or so. But at least I had some good laughs both before and after, as well as one more kickball victory for the record.

Hormones suck. To quote a line by Seth Rogen, "Fuck you, hormones!" Poor planning sucks. Cheap shots suck, too.

Been angry/frustrated/blue since Thursday with breaks in the funk thanks to getting out of my head (at least temporarily) secondary to the acknowledgement that other people's problems are worse than mine and they could use funkless friends. Advantage? Every step out made the funk, while still present, more manageable. Seriously hoping that the depression I usually get hit with during my night week doesn't drive the levels back up. Currently drawing on a good store of positivity built up since Saturday and stockpiled over the course of today, so keeping my fingers crossed.

Have absolutely adorable nieces and nephews. Thank you.
Have good, good people in my life. Thank you.
Have come a long way as far as personal issues, even if there's a long way to go. Thank you.

...

Kill me. Please.

Or, if that's not an option, tell me that everything is gonna be alright. I leave it to your discretion if you sing it to me Bob Marley style.

Oh, look! Youtube is doing it for me.