It’s Friday, why am I so sad?

I’m sad because I was at work until 11pm last night getting ready for a demo today. (Although other people stayed until 1 a.m., it seems).

I’m sad because I owe money to the gov’m’t. (But I should be happy — it’s because my investments actually made a nice chunk of money.)

I’m sad because, once again, as I get out of my car and walk through the parking lot, the rollercoasters are going and people are screaming and having a good time and I know I have to go inside and work for another eight hours.

I’m sad because, even though I’ve been taking medication for the last two months, that stupid cough is still not really gone, it’s just masked.