Too much whining. Too much bitching. Too many gripes. Too much time to think about everthing that is wrong with me and the world.
Okay maybe not so much the world. A little too narcisistic for that.
Its an almost perfect Sunday. I just had a nice lunch. I have a good book to read. Its not too hot. Nice and quiet.
If only my head would shut its whining, bitching and griping.