My conversation

So, I'd like to quote William Shakespeare, and sum up a conversation I had with an old friend today. Here goes:

The struts and frets his hours upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.



Yep, thats about it.

Overwhelmed

Well, here goes my day so far...its midnight right now, so its pretty much over, but just thought id share a little bit of it..I started off, waking up, on time, and not being completely tired, or exhausted. Good start, right? Its cold out, so of course I forget my jacket, by the way, I got into an arguement before I leave the house, so of course Im in a bad, I dont give a crap mood. I get stuck behind a slow truck, which really made me mad. I get to work, I have three people coming at me with questions, before i have any idea whats going on yet. I back them off a little bit, and realize ive only been awake for an hour, and im already overwhelmed. I take a step back, re-evaluate. I get better. I drink my coffee. I relax. I make it through. I make up with the person i was argueing with that morning. I always fall back into that. I am a sucker for that. WTF. anyways, work goes by quick, i get done pretty much everything i set out to get done,and everything works out. its actually still light out when im done. I get home, i get to see my beautiful kids. All in all sounds like a good day considering what couldve happened had it not gotten better, right? Then why do I feel like im getting ready to go to bed unsatisfied by how my day went and ended?