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.