Crappy day

Which is better?

Admitting to oneself that one is, in fact, having a crappy day and thereby allowing oneself to wallow moderately in self-pity? Even to the point of indulging in comfort foods in the form of a Snickers bar? Writing it down for all to see while simultaneously wrapping one's cold fingers around one's wrist to soothe the burning sensation from splattered grease while making dinner? Furrowing one's forehead until the wrinkles become so deep that you wonder if your face might actually freeze that way? And wondering if the headache that accompanied the wrinkles will also become permanent?

Is it OK to despise the fact that one has to go out into the dark, cold evening in order to unpack one's car, re-pack one's car, so that one can leave for tomorrow's appointments at 5:30 A.M.?

All this, even though I know how much I should instead be feeling grateful for?

Or should I just hold my breath and wait for it to pass? And hope my mental lungs will hold out?

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