Poop

It's one of those weeks. I'm bummed out. Horribly bummed out. All I wanna do is have some fun hide away and watch bad television. I wanna lie in bed and cry until I can't cry no more. But I keep comin' back to Weasel Central instead. Dammit.

Now I know it sounds so very dramatic and whatnot, but really, it's just about my Monday appointment. I'm finding it almost impossible to psyche myself up for it. Honestly, I've already been through it once. I know it's gonna hurt like a mutha fuckah on fire. But I'm nervous all over again. I can't sleep, I'm more emotional than a pregnant lady (trust me, they're crazy), I've got massive headaches and gawd dammit, if I don't stop grazing I'm going to turn into a fucking cow. Oh the joys of stress.

Yee haw.
I'll be better by next Tuesday, so I think I'm gonna stop posting until then. No one needs to hear me whine (other than the gal...heh). I'll give all y'all the update next week.