I know
the_lucky_nun's been posting about this a lot, but goddamn... what made me think I could raise kids? Seriously, my patience is pretty much shot from repeated years of customer service and an insane level of self-involvement doesn't really help.
It's entirely possible that my mood could be improved by someone purchasing me a copy of Fright Night or Re-Animator, however. Anyone who wants to test that theory is completely free to do so. I think I'm just pissed because tomorrow's my last free evening until the end of the semester.