Drinking wine from the bottle

I'm having one of those days where I'm just not okay. Nothing particularly awful, and not okay. I wish I understood why I feel like I do sometimes. There are days when I feel top of the world, and others when I feel worthless. 

I mean, get offered a penny and feel like I need give change days. 

I'm doing something that I love. I'm getting paid pretty well to do it. I have good people in my life. Nothing has side-swiped me, and yet, man that person staring back at me is just screaming at the top of her lungs.

Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
What will it take to feel successful and accomplished? 
Why am I even having an issue when there seems to be no reason why?

I get so frustrated on days like this. It's hard to write because I can't focus. I don't really feel all that romantic on days like these.

Mostly, all I want to do, is go outside, drink wine from the bottle, and give the world the bird. No, not the bird, the whole freaking flock. 

Tomorrow will be better. Somehow, someway tomorrow will be better.  I just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I hope I don't trip over my own feet between now and then.