Did you ever just want to scream, but have no idea why?

That's how I feel, right now. Of course, I'm at work; nothing drives me crazier than being within these walls all day. At least in prison you get 3 meals a day.

I feel like I'm getting sick, but I'm not. I'm disappointed in myself that I elected to sleep rather than wake up and go to the gym this morning. I know I feel waaaay better when I actually make it there, but try telling me that at 5am under the warmth of my blanket.

I feel like I'm PMS'ing, but I'm not. I want to yell...I want to punch something. I feel like I'm in a rut...like a hampster in a wheel running the same path over and over. I feel completely and totally unappreciated; working harder and harder...and for what? More $$??? Ha. Not a chance. Even a thanks or a pat on the back? Hardly. I hate corporate America...I hate office life and the politics that go a long with it.

I can't wait to leave this place once and for all.

When are things supposed to change? When is life going to be good?

I know, I know; life is short...live in the moment...live each day like it's your last. I know every cliche and inspirational quote out there. But what do you do when it's hard to see the diamond amongst the pounds of sludge?

I can't help but wonder if my lack of physical activity for a day can make me feel so mentally "down in the dumps." Is adrenaline the wonder drug? I'll be honest; I finally made it back to the gym yesterday morning, and I felt great all day. Both physically and mentally.

Perhaps exercise could be the cure for all that ails ya?

Only one way to find out, I suppose.