Notes from the Crankyverse

[scarlettina]

I'm itchy. I'm hot. I'm restless. I want to observe the 40th anniversary of the moon landing, and yet I find myself irritated by it and I don't know why. Sophie knocked over a plant tonight and broke the pot. It interrupted a sweet conversation with jackwilliambell. I was good and paid my bills and I keep forgetting to mail them (I'd prefer not to discuss online payments right now lease). I can't find my wristwatch. I can't find my bus pass. No matter how much I try to get done in terms of decluttering the house, I keep failing and the psychic noise is making me discontent and prickly and unhappy.

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch.