Bad day.
PMS crankiness is to the fore, I hardly slept last night, my stomach has been hurting for most of the day, I have had to force myself to write for the past week because for some depression-related reason, I don't feel like it, my grandfather's car won't start, my cousin's car is also acting up, I need to buy new tank tops because all of the ones I have that don't show cleavage are either so old that they are see-through or me from 6 years ago, my grandparents are back in the house, restricting me to my room and the basement once again (I love them, but I can't concentrate around bickering talking people or what they like to watch on TV), my grandfather's lack of critical thinking is already driving me crazy, and the ISPs are going to spy on us now.
So not a great day.
So not a great day.