My flowers are already starting to droop. Plus, the cats have been nibbling at them, leaving dried flower bits scattered all over the coffee table. I can't even see them, since they're at home and I'm at work, but they're depressing me. I don't really know why I like flowers. Well, I guess I do - they're pretty, smell nice, and make me feel good. Something about the freshness, the bright happy colors, tends to cheer me. But they do turn into such a mess as time passes, especially with cats like mine.
It's rainy and icky out. I'm cold, as per usual. My stomach kinda hurts. I'm having a blah day.