Crazy, yet somehow boring cycles

Thats what I'm going through, same ol same ol, day after day after day. And I'm not talking about activivities, I'm talking about continious, unpredictable mood swings. And the thing is that the good moods/emotions are always brief and the bad ones are longer. The worst thing about it all is this thing thats driving me forward and making me unable to concentrate on daily mundane activities cause its pressing on to complete the circle only to start over in this completely meaningless but terrible urgent cycle! Somebody help me, I'm going insane! And in the background Owen drones on and on about THE MOWER in a ceaseless babble that demands attention but truly doesn't need it. The same questions over and over again ,"Evan, what is THE MOWER doing?", "Evan, does THE MOWER have four wheels?", "Evan, are you going to mow?" , "Evan, you CAN'T mow!" "Evan ...." UUUURRRGGG! I need a holiday, a very long holiday. Sometimes I get this powerful urge just to slam my head against the wall, but not desiring another concusion, and rather proud of my 10 year stint of not going to the ER I opted to slam my head against my bed instead. That was a very good choice. If you have a cushy bed and are mega frustrated, stressed, and angry; slam your head on it a few times, you'll feel better for it. Oh scouts last night, good fun, laughing at Logan's presentation, laughing at Cody and Ross' attempt to save it, bringing laughing scouts to order, attempting to hear all requests and complaints from my guys, feverishly writing them down, goodstuff. Then, football, yes perfect way to blow off steam, running around yelling, screaming, smashing into people (oh, Andrew you were on my team weren't you, didn't see you there, sorry bout that, I'll scrape you off the ground in a minute, ok?) slamming the ball down out of Caleb's grasping hands, flopping on the ground and peircing my hand on a stick, spewing blood on everybody, winning 44 to 35. Oh yeah, and I also popped a super annoying humongous zit on my chin that had been annoying me for days. Yes sir, football is glorious. Umm, Owen has informed me that Mr.Jones just called to tell me to mow. No comment,
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