6 Reasons To Be Depressed Today.

I'm feeling particulary depressed this morning, for a few reasons actually.

1. My weekend was yet another famous 'fatty-no-rules' weekend. Another opportunity to indulge in all the stuff that I normally give a palms up to. My self-control has dwindled down to :

Mr V: "Hey do you want to have KFers (Kentucky Fried Chicken, to all you non-fast-food-regulars)?"
Yvonne: "Hmm. Don't you want something alittle less heartattack, and alittle more healthy?"
Mr V: "Not so much. But you choose."
Yvonne: "Okay. KFers it is then."

See this no self control? I've become a food-monster and my spawn will only make this world worse than it is. Hence therefore I shall have no children yet until I transform myself.

2. It's a Monday. No explanation needed.

3. I've run out of the Pill. I may have dreamed it but I swear I thought I had another packet left. This morning as I rummaged through my toiletry bag, I was left dazed as I lifted my empty pill packet. That just sucks. It means I have to take another trip down to the doctors, wait in line for god-knows-how-long and see the doctor for less than 30 seconds. It is such a waste of time. Since I never change the pill anyway, why can't the doctor just prescribe year long prescriptions.

I know its for safety reasons but surely, if we start to bleed prefusedly, then we'd come in and see the doctor for a change.

I once visited a doctor in Footscray who was dodgey as hell. Nice office and nice guy but dodgey. He sat in his nice office chair and proceeded to tell me that I was beautiful. Then he walked over and held my hand and claimed that "[I] had such smooth hands, even smoother than his." This was flirting at its maximum... it was gross. BUT he did sit back down and write me a prescription for a years worth of the pill.

Unfortunately, that version of the Pill was unsuitable for my body and hence I had to reluctantly change it.

4. Mr G just came over to speak to me about work and conveniently stared at my screen (and my blog) while he spoke. That is, in my opinion, one of the most rudest things someone can do. I can't stand people standing behind me while I'm on the computer. What I look at (and it may not be anything erotic at all) is my private task. Just last week, I was skyping Miss S. about some work details and Mr G. comes up and says "Hey if you sit next to each other, why do you still skype each other?" So that obviously means one thing, he read the her skype.

What does Privacy mean nowadays? Has it all gone to hell? Can we read each other's phone messages, emails and notes? Is it okay to be nosey like that?

It is not okay.

Although I'm slightly hypocritical on this topic as I have, and confess, been through my own partner's phone... but that is okay cos it is. BUT when a grown man who is not in any relationship with you, looks at your private details... you've got to draw the line.

5. My coffee is cold. I've left it out too long while writing this blog. This adds to my depression.

6. Mr V sent me away to work this morning with a lovely kiss. Now my mind contains nothing but him. Oh... I miss him. Waking up on Monday mornings with him warm and next to me is excruciating. I usually end up laying in bed for another 15 minutes and loathe my alarm clock.

It's funny though. Miss C used to be at work and in her seat before 8am and usually is there before me. Since her partner arrived and starting living with her, shes consistantly at work at 8:20am. And I am the same. I wake up with the intention to be early but then you make breakfast, eat breakfast, have a quick chat and traffic seems to be extra dense.

Perhaps I'll post some happy news later in the day. Keep myself optimistic yeh?