Dull, Inc.

Dullness continues. I know teaching a killer class tonight will make me feel better, but at this second I don't want to feel better. Instead I want to go home and listen to the rain. I don't have that option, though. I'm wearing what I thought was a great dress, but a friend says it isn't so great, so now I have to go deal with a class while I look worse than usual. Why can't I just be happy with the things I have within my grasp? I don't really need all those other things, do I?