Which, to be perfectly fair, is not the worst place I have ever lived. It's not on the top ten list of favorite places I've ever been, but it's certainly not the worst place in the world. My attitude is the problem. I don't like the cold and I'm really sick of winter.
And I'm down in the word mines working on Draft 2 of JANE'S SHADOW (Book 2 of the Jane Doe series).
Draft 2 keeps shrinking. I was on target to have 40,000 words by Saturday night (half a book) and somehow I have 20,000 now because editing kills chapters. :S
It's going to be okay... but just in case it isn't, why not list some of your favorite ways to reset your mood after you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I could use some advice.