Grr. Argh.

I have what my Dad would call “an ugly on”.

I am tired. I have a headache. My eyes hurt. My shoulders ache. I do not want to be at work. I hate all humans. I want to kill people who talk to me, even if they’re just replying to a question I asked. I have been pondering raiding the vending machines for chocolate since 10am. I am fantasizing about giant cheeseburgers for lunch (sounds like we’re doing Pizza Hut, which should suffice). PMS is not supposed to show up this early. *sigh* According to Jo, the entire universe is going pear-shaped or some shit, so I guess I’m not alone.

Wanna nap. Mmm… nap.

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