I feel crappy crappy crappy. I woke up this morning to a temp of 97.7, which means it is slowly but surely crashing. I just rolled over and answered Den with a, “Not good,” and tried to fall back asleep.

But now I’m up and I’m pissed. The dogs are barking and I’m just a-flyin off the handle. I want to be left alone. Unfortunately I need to go to work very shortly. I do not want to. I want to crawl into bed and go back to sleep – because in sleep it’s all okay. At least until I wake up again. I just want some time to mope and whine and feel sorry for myself.

And AF isn’t even here yet. This could be a bad month. Or maybe I’m just having a bad morning.