Bless me, dude, 'cause I am cranky. It has been about 20 minutes since I last professed crankiness. Here are my "things".
Thing 1: I have been overtired all day.
Thing 2: I ate three (!) Clif bars today and my stomach is not.happy.with.me.
Thing 3: My hors are moning, to quote from the Sweet Potato Queens by Jill Connor Browne. In English, my hormones are running rampant like lemmings off a cliff.
Thing 4: I am so sensitive that I am positive that the Dalai Lama just gave me the finger. That son of a gun.
Thing 5: I ate Wendy's tonight. For spite. Kind of like eating rat poison and waiting for other people to die. Aaaaawwweeesooommme and SO proud of the choice I made.
I need absolution. Or maybe some chocolate. Or a tazer. I can't decide which. So I better go to bed, because this evening has blown royally. And the only thing that's genuinely the matter is the space between my ears. Oh well, this too shall pass. Meh.