current mood: gloomy
I hate being off during the week. I am on my own all day with no end in sight and the only thing to occupy me is to do the dishes or washing. It's almost unbelievable how much I hate my own company. I most certainly wouldn't be friends with myself if I wasn't me. I can barely look myself in the mirror.
I pacify myself with the thought that everyone feels like this. My fear is that it's not true though and I am an oddity. Probably wouldn't be as surprising as I think.