The LABOUR in Labour Day

I am not in the mood for blogging.

In another 2 hours time, I'd probably be sleeping, and another 7 hours later, I have to be up and preparing for my new job in a new environment, meeting new colleagues, lunching at a new place, sitting in my new cubicle, reporting to a new boss, doing work that I am clueless about.

Isn't being depressed at this point in time justifiable?

I've been frowning since the moment I wake till now.
The frown deepens.

So depressed I am, I blew $510 on my new baby.
As much as I am supposed to be excited about it. The prospects of going to work tomorrow in a new environment, meeting new colleagues, lunching at a new place, sitting in my new cubicle, reporting to a new boss, doing work that I am clueless about just wiped off all excitement I've had for that baby.
It feels utterly wrong to not be excited about that new baby of mine.

Another day maybe.

I just want to mope around now and mourn.

BOO.

Like I said, I am not in the mood.
I don't want to work, I just want to PARTY.