Dissatisfaction

Ah yes.
The old I went to the pub last night, was an hour late for work, and now can't be arsed doing anything.
It's far too hot and my eyes are having far too much trouble focussing.
ahhhh,
it's awful.
its muggy and hot, and im not used to it.
I'm used to the freezing cold god awful winter,
and
I will never be happy.
I complain constantly even if it's just in my head to avoid annoying everyone.
And I worry.
About these insane thoughts I have about things.
No I will not tell.
I need sleep.
I have also lost the ability to write my coloumn.
I can't do it anymore.
I want to, but I can't.