Change of scenery

My mind plays tricks on me. See, it picks a mood, and all of the sudden, the same thing that was wonderful just moments ago becomes miserable. Here's an example:

Yesterday, I took a bit of time in the midst of Saturday errands and cleanings-up to curl up in my bed a read mindless chick lit. And it was awesome. I reveled in how smooth my sheets are and how uninvasive the soft light from my lamp is. Originally, I'd intended to read only a chapter, but I lost track of things and went on and on. And when I was done, I was in such a good mood that I settled in to do an ab work out, which left me feeling skinny and triumphant.

Today, though, I've just had a fight with my boyfriend after yet another disappointing date night (he seemed aloof, which made me sad, and I after worrying myself into a stomach ache that wouldn't quit, I passed out early, which reinforced his notion that I'm no longer attracted). Now, I'm curled up in bed reading Something Borrowed to pass the time and I noticed that there are definitely crumbs in my bed, the only sound I can hear is the steady stream of my upstairs neighbor's peeing (why is soundproofing between bathrooms so terrible?!) and the weak light from my lamp is giving my an eye strain headache. Did I mention how pathetic I feel for reading chick lit?

How is this possible?

Unclear. But I'm pretty sure that I'll find the answer a few chapters in, so I'm going to bear down and try to lose myself in the pages of the book.