PSA: Cranky

[kiya]

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.

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[elf]

*pets the hawk*

*pets hawk some more*

*pulls fingers away quickly*

Ummm, wish I could be there and feed you chocolate covered mini-donuts and bizarre fruit drinks with even more bizarre herbal extracts with mythical health-boosting attributes.

Rob is out of town for the week--the longest we've been apart in almost a decade--and so I've got plenty of sympathy for feeling out of sorts.

No sticks, honest!

[labrys6.livejournal.com]

I would never poke you with a stick! I promise. But I did add you to my friends list, since I finally got my computer stupid self in gear to figure it out somewhat.