I see it now: This dining room floor will never be "done." Never. It will be a never ending battle of forcing myself to do an hour here, 20 minutes there, to get the black shit scraped up, and then we'll use WHAT money to get it refinished?!?
I guess you could define me as despondent.
Then again I'm also a wee bit tipsy, and I'm together enough to know that if you're despondent and tipsy, then maybe you'd better wait until the tipsy part is over to see if the despondent part holds water.
Despondent while tipsy sure leads to a few classic "oh god, why ME?!?" and "life sucks" moments, doesn't it? It would be quite entertaining if I weren't in the middle of it all.