I feel like killing someone. I feel like going home and hiding under the bed. I feel like a complete failure in every way possible.
Hormone day.
I've warned everyone I see that they should not talk to me or expect anything from me.
Last night I was at the library for a while waiting for Birdie to finish a Master Gardener class, and got some writing done. I don't even care. I just want this day to end, which it will late tonight because we decided at the last moment to go see a play.
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What play? Maybe it will be fun.
I know the feeling -- today is the dept seminar which I helped plan but the committee kind of fell apart and so things fell through the cracks and everybody's whining. I just don't care.
I refuse to accept that I woke up with a sore throat today, too. Will not be sick.
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