make up your mind

This schizophrenic weather today is making me suicidal. Spring can be so trecherous for my mental health. One minute it's sunny, the next it's raining, the next it's sunny again and the next there's hail. All the while, lovely pink and purple and yellow and white blossoms seem to burst from every surface, like crazy faces, grinning through it all.

I need a drink. Or a week on a beach somewhere *warm* and consistently sunny. With a drink.