The coffee helps
My face hurts.
My cold, combined with a serious case of hay fever, combined with pms and stress dreams all night, and I woke up feeling *mean*. Sven did his best to dissipate my bad mood, and now that he's left, I've consumed a very large amount of pills, including antihistamines, pain killers and some serious vitamin supplements, hoping my mood will be significantly chemically altered.
I hate feeling like this. I don't want to contain all this anger over something that can't be helped. I don't want to be a downer on Sven's morning.
I guess I'll actually get stuff done today in an attempt to distract myself... from myself.
And the irony that the one thing that feels like it'll help is the one thing that'll probably make it worse: the muffins I made yesterday. They're taunting me.
My cold, combined with a serious case of hay fever, combined with pms and stress dreams all night, and I woke up feeling *mean*. Sven did his best to dissipate my bad mood, and now that he's left, I've consumed a very large amount of pills, including antihistamines, pain killers and some serious vitamin supplements, hoping my mood will be significantly chemically altered.
I hate feeling like this. I don't want to contain all this anger over something that can't be helped. I don't want to be a downer on Sven's morning.
I guess I'll actually get stuff done today in an attempt to distract myself... from myself.
And the irony that the one thing that feels like it'll help is the one thing that'll probably make it worse: the muffins I made yesterday. They're taunting me.