Yep, that's the mood I'm in today. But there's grass to cut and shit to do. Maybe that'll snap me out of it. Who would have thought the hardest part of living in the middle of nowhere on your own for 5 and a half months would be navigating local politics.
I do chuckle every week when I transfer diesel into the generator and have to look at these fuel drums. What can I say, I'm still 15-years-old at heart.