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Today has been the sort of day where I don't notice that my shirt is inside-out until halfway through a trip to the grocery store.
Actually, the whole week has been kind of like that.
I'm seesawing wildly between depression, fuckitall, and generalised outrage at the universe. I am discovering that I can't get anything done if there are conscious humans in my vicinity, which appears to mean that lately I'm a really frustrated boggan. For bonus points, I'm also hormonally insane.
Do Not Poke With Sticks.
You've been warned.
Actually, the whole week has been kind of like that.
I'm seesawing wildly between depression, fuckitall, and generalised outrage at the universe. I am discovering that I can't get anything done if there are conscious humans in my vicinity, which appears to mean that lately I'm a really frustrated boggan. For bonus points, I'm also hormonally insane.
Do Not Poke With Sticks.
You've been warned.
