?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
10 February 2006 @ 09:11 am
A problem not even baking can solve.  
I am irrationally irate this morning. I hate everything, and everyone. I can't stop sniffling, and I think this may be just because my body is completely over me not sleeping and running around all day and doing things and then not sleeping again and stressing out and not eating right. Which I can completely understand, but there is a burning hate in my heart, and that burning hate is for everything. I have not had a free moment in the past three days, really. It's all school work and crazy times, and I just want to sleep, dammit. I just want to sleep.

In conclusion: the first person to get on my bad side today is getting an ashtray smashed over their face. Or maybe just the first person I talk to. God, I feel foul.
 
 
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
 
 
 
nifjennifus on February 10th, 2006 02:09 pm (UTC)
*hug*
millysdaughtermillysdaughter on February 10th, 2006 02:14 pm (UTC)
**sends hugs**

Adoable Frunk: good of the podlyra_sena on February 10th, 2006 02:30 pm (UTC)
*approaches with caution* Well I certainly don't want to be the first to talk to you, as I am not fond of ashtrays in the face.

Perhaps you will be up for company later? Also, what are you baking? Cause I'm thinking cinnamon rolls actually DO solve crises.

Hope the day gets better, m'love.
.hackthis on February 10th, 2006 05:35 pm (UTC)
God, I feel foul.

Get in line. Really. *makes space*