Maybe it's SADS... I don't know. A 12-hour roundtrip day for a job that I don't care about and the kids are just serially rude. I'm feeling so irritated and upset most of the time; I come home now and i can't decide whether to sleep or drink or throw myself at the wall. I do try to be positive, but it's hard when the hollow of my chest and the back of my head each contain a grey battleground, with all the unpleasant emotions fighting for predominance over one another. All I want to do is moan. BLAH.