The sun is shining, the sky is blue. Everyone is fucking miserable.
I called up my Brother to see how he is. He's miserable. True, he did have a camera up his old jap-eye today, but hey, he could at least put a brave face on it.
My Mother rang to let me know she was feeling sad. She's a bit downhearted and needed cheering up. So she thought she'd call me. Thanks for that.
English Friend is in the Netherlands on business. "Too busy to chat, stuck in awful conference for two days - it's a load of boring, dull, rubbish", was her reply.
Assistante Debbie had a face on her all day too. God knows what that was all about, but she struggled to crack a smile.
And colleague from UK, visiting for the day, was equally miserable. Apparently the hour's time difference has 'played hell with her system'. By which I think she means that she couldn't take a crap at her usual time. Lord knows.
The boys on the front desk at the gym could barely manage a grunt as a greeting. And there was no jovial banter to be had in the weights room.
To end the day, I went to the cinema. And, yep, you guessed it - a film about miserable people. A great film (the burning plain), but miserable, nonetheless.
So, to all of you miserable people, I say "suck it up". I say "get on with it". I say "get over it".
But most of all, I say "don't go sharing it with me".
I want happy. I want clappy. I want little rayons de soleil.
Can't smile? Don't bother knocking.
But hey - at least all of your miserabilism has given me something to moan about.
Again, I thank you.