I’m feeling disgruntled again. Tantrummy. I resent people left right and centre. I don’t know what to do about it. The next time I write morning pages maybe I’ll figure it out. For now I’m refusing to do anything. I’m just sulking, essentially. Refusing to deal with anything. Angry, disappointed and frustrated. But I have so much going for me. My savings have dwindled, due to my rent hiking up $125 underhandedly. My visits to the restaurant and lately ordering pizza have eaten lots of my dough. Business cards cost a bit, but I really like having them to give away. The batch I last ordered probably won’t come out that well. Maybe they will. I’ll try to hold on until I write morning pages. This mood will pass.
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