I think I should just climb into my bed and stay there til I can be a nice human being again.
I really can't think of anything else to say. I'm blue. I'm mean. People who whine irritate me. Therefore, I irritate me. I'm hungry. I've had cake and ice cream, Starbucks, and Cinnabon today. I can't eat any more. But food sure does sound good right now.
All I want to do is curl up with Cici the cat and listen to her purr as I struggle to sort out in my head why the he** I am so mean and nasty and hateful.