Am having a v. bad week. Monday I was nearly late for work, Tuesday I managed to put a freakin' staple through my goddamn thumb, Wednesday was, well, you know, yesterday my fucking walkman broke, and today I'm just being incredibly catty and short-tempered.
Which is to say, if I'm quiet today, it's because I don't want to scream at people for things they didn't mean.
I really wish my PMS would stop once my periods start. And that was possibly TMI for at least one of you. Whoops.
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