Second Smoke Break

I swear I'm bipolar. I was in a great mood all day today. Work went great. Everybody was rockin. No attitudes, no lazy asses, we were busy, everything was prep-ed, and I even got a second smoke break. Then about 3:45p I just crashed. My mood has deteriorated since. I want to go home, drink a beer, smoke a cigarette, and go to bed. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to wallow. Here is the interesting part, I don't know why I'm wallowing. Everything is going correctly with the new mortgage guy. I have a fun weekend away trip planned that is approaching quickly. Things are going well between Case and I. In fact I'm going to meet him half way on Thursday night. I miss him. I should be excited. Nick is happy in South Carolina (better than Texas anyway..). Samantha is going back to school. My sister is popular, pretty, smart, athletic, and young. Mom is being extremely supportive, and Dad is just good ol' Dad. But I'm just down. I wish I knew why. I have enough money for the moment. My family is all doing well. My friends are on the right path (for the most part, let's be realistic shall we?) Bla. That's just how I feel. Blabity Blue for no reason. Yuck.