Every day can't be a winner

And today certainly wasn't. It's 11:30pm and now is the best i've felt, physically or emotionally, all day. I was exhausted till like 3pm, which makes NO sense given I went to bed last night by 12:30, the earliest i've voluntarily done so in AGES. I was tired, moody, hot, irritable, mildly depressed. Ugh. Just NOT a good day. So often, Mondays really ARE shitty (sometimes literally for me). AND...TOM SNYDER has died. I LOVED this man. If you don't know who he is, don't ever tell me that, because i'll think less of you. SUCH a goddamn loss. SUCH a dynamic, fiery, entertaining personality...reduced to a minute-long mention in the MIDDLE of the noon news. Seventy-one years of life merits a 60 second remembrance. Wonderful. Cue another heavy sigh. I'll miss you, Tom...I already have for years. No one put me to bed more soothingly than you. What Tom did...is what I'D love to do. But then I'd only get mentioned for 60 seconds in the middle of the news. Yup, that kind of day. Fire up the colortini...