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It's rare, but today, I am truly miserable.  After being encouraged to get out in the sunshine for the happiness rays, and having a chance to talk, I am now of the opinion that this is a comedown from the stress of meeting so many family members at the Wedding, followed immediately by having to entertain people for a weekend of birthday celebrations.  I have barely slept for days, food is of no interest, and today I couldn't even force myself to change the channel on TV, and was left in a terrible position watching a shockingly awful feature length cartoon.  I was so miserable that eventually I opened my text book.  I don't understand any of it.  I stared at it blankly, too tired to read, too exhausted to close it and put it back on the floor.  It just lay there in my hands, open, as my glazed eyes looked at it with the knowledge that I have no sense of commitment to it.  I have until the end of Thursday to read and understand two whacking books.  No chance.  Primarily because I don't even care.  It stresses people out when I'm like this.  I guess it's lucky that it's rare.  Miserable people can be miserable all the time, but happy people can't get away with it at all.  People want you to go back to your normal self.  I guess it's no different to the quiet teacher being a thousand times more frightening when he shouts, than the teacher that shouts at some point during every lesson.  Here I am being told that I'm not good with change.  It seems that I'm not alone.  So there's something positive to take from a thoroughly unhappy day.  We're all the same.  I knew that anyway, sort of.