Suffocated

Oh. My. God. Really? I can't take it anymore. This is too much.

My exciting Labor Day weekend is now a sour one. Was exciting when CBS announce the 3 day broadcast of US Open (no more squinting at my laptop screen anymore). Was exciting that I get to be lazy, not wake up early (it sucks when you have to wake up @ 6.15 am so you can get to work @ 8 ... tho' my body apparently knows this routine and stubbornly wakes up at least @ 7 ... ish). Was excited, it was going to be a great weekend (I realized that my happy list is kinda short and easy to fulfill but hey, who cares ...)

But nooooo. These two ladies I'm stuck with in the house have to be so depressing. Oh. My. God. Really? I have to remove myself out of the room because it was just too much to take (I'm writing this while my stomach is growling for food. Imagine that? My sanity is more important than food ... huh).

I realized that I can't always be in a happy situation all the time, but this is too much. Too much sad stories, too much crying, too much hysteria, too much complaining. Why can't we share some happy stories and lift each other spirits up? Why is it so hard to do that? Why do you have to cry everytime? Oh my god. Oh my god. STOP!!! (spewing fire and ashes)

Okay. Need. To. Breath.

*sigh*

I'm off to get some dinner. Bob better cheer me up.