Man, I don't know what my problem is today. I should have warning signs tattooed on my forehead, telling people to just stay away. I'm in a foul, foul mood, and I don't know why. I'm walking around spitting nails. Can't blame it on the monthly cycle. Can't blame it on lack of sleep (been takin' my Ambien, so I've been sleeping from 9-7 pretty much for the past 6 nights).
*sigh*
