Sometimes after a good night's sleep, you wake up alive. You spring out of bed, hit the coffee-maker, take a shower, brush your teeth, put on some energetic music, think excitedly about what this week will bring.

Then you check your weather applet.

Feh. Europe sucks.

UPDATE:

Of course, it doesn't get anybetter when you change your settings to home.

Sigh.

A psychosexual Ludovico treatment, perhaps? Hurting people to see if they still feel? An emotional gamma-knife for that part of the brain that still gave a goddamn? Jesus, what a mind-fuck.