Morning loves. I wish I could say that I’m in as good of a mood as I’ve been the past few weeks but that just ain’t happening. This morning started on the wrong foot when I realized I left half the outfit I planned to wear to work at my apartment in the city. By the time I got to the office, the iced coffee I had been drinking made me sick twice. Barf-o-rama. I’m holding on for dear life today, you guys. This has been one of the crappiest weeks that I’ve had in a really long time. I’m in this funky mood that I can’t seem to kick. I heard on the radio the other day that the average man only smiles 10 times a day. I feel like I’ve only smiled 10 times this entire week. I don’t know if it’s the crazy heat wave we’re having, my lack of motivation to work out, or just the random series of unfortunate events that have occurred. Needless to say, I couldn’t be more excited for this week to be over. I should be pumped because I have some great plans for this weekend (Morgan’s Pier, Luke Bryan concert, and Manayunk Bike Race), but I just want to turn off my phone and crawl in bed. Meh.
I heard this song on the way into work this morning. Any other day, it’d make me want to run/fist pump for days. Hopefully if I listen to it enough, my mood will turn around. Anywho, enough of me being a buzzkill for all you happy people. TGIF! Have a fantastic weekend!