Just one of those days

Like today.
When your personality calls in sick, leaving your body all alone to deal with the challenges the world set for you. It is hard to cope with them when you don't have half the team to put some effort into it. Your body is there but doesn't really know what to do. The personality has always been the leader in the team. Without the leader, the other(s) don't know what to do. Not a clue. Then something rings a bell: 'be'. So you do so: you 'are'.
You feel like an absolutely useless bunch of organs. Invisible. Not physically - your body is there. But mentally you are somewhere else, or even nowhere. All your thoughts, all your feelings, all your sympathy and all your patience is gone. Just want to shout all the wrong words out loud and kick a punchbag until it drops on the floor. Turn the music up, maximum volume, scream, shout, collapse, cry on the floor.
No. This ain't gonna happen to me. Me, instead of falling into thousands of tiny little pieces, just drink a cup of milk, watch Shaun of the dead, get on facebook and post this on my blog. Sad. Artistic. Pitiful. Typical. Girly. Whiny. Petra. Any of these words might come to your mind. Oh, and this: what a cow...
Just shut up and think about you having a bad day.