Woke up at 7:30 to put my laundry on today.  Went to loo.  By the time I'd gotten out, Dylan had put his on.  Man, I swear that guy is like laundry psychic.  But this is the third time in a week.  So I flipped out.  Cried and went back to bed (no, I'm not still in emo mode, just hormonal).  Decided that I would spend the day in bed and not talk to ( Read more... )

Moodiness has passed.  I'm feeling great.  I don't know why, but at the moment I'm just going to enjoy the ride.

I've unclenched a bit ... maybe that's the reason.