(Not one of Woody's better movies, but still a good line.)
Depending on whether or not I get my Wheaties in the morning, I am alternately depressed, ebullient, misanthropic, compassionate, malcontented, or serene.
I'm also, as a general rule, full of shit.
I recently had a birthday, and it was pretty perfect, so perhaps that will offer some insight. Pretty much hung out with my parents all day (they're the coolest). Cappuccinos at Intelligentsia, ice skating in Millenium Park. (Yes, yes- it's a fragment settle down; there are more to come). Then went to see Philomena- best movie I've seen this year. Steve Coogan is amayzuhzing (to say nothing of Dame Dench). Afterwards three course dinner at Lula with martinis and arguments over Church doctrine with my father. Then finally parting from the 'rents to go drink whiskey and sing karaoke with friends.
Basically I'm a 50 year old woman... And by that I mean "my mother".
Take it away Sigmund...