Dear Foul Mood,

You're a jerkface.

I wish you'd go away. I've been fighting with you since I woke up this morning and I've done everything in my power to dismiss you. I've worked out, prayed, ate some blueberries, listened to this song...* But it's like you are permanently glued to my soul. The fact that my cubicle smells like a burning vacuum cleaner doesn't help. And yeah, I checked — it's not me.

I hate you, Foul Mood. I hope you die soon. I want to chemically pacify you, but it's not even noon. And it's a Monday.

*Sigh*

Also, I love the term "chemically pacify." I found it in the book I'm currently reading. I couldn't wait to use it.

I do feel a bit better after writing you this note. So hopefully my day is saved!

To bluer skies,

Me

*If your job sucks and you can't access youtube, go here to listen to the song I mentioned above.