Despite recent efforts to be in a better mood, I've given up. I came home from Norman last night, and once I pulled in the driveway, my mood went from pleasant to maniacal. I sat in the car for 10 minutes thinking about work, my love life, my sister, my parents, my debt...you know, everything that's wrong...and I couldn't come up with a solution. Instead of being indifferent and bitter, I'm angry. I'm fully thriving on one of those "I hate the world" days, and to be honest, I'm quite enjoying it.