bleh.

Maybe it's the season and/or the weather.
Maybe it's that I spent another Sunday mostly sitting around on my ass, only bestirring myself to do laundry and my required quad chores.
Maybe it's that I started the shower, then had to go get more cleaning supplies, and in the meantime someone took a shower ... meaning that I essentially have to do it all over again.
Maybe it's that I let myself get hustled into something I didn't really feel like doing - and I couldn't refuse, because most of the time, it's me taking advantage of them.
Maybe it's that I already volunteered to work extra hours tomorrow, since I could use the money.
Maybe it's any number of other things I won't go into.

All I know is that I'm somewhere between dissatisfied and disgusted right now. And I felt like writing about it.
(sigh)