I had a meltdown this afternoon. It’s true. (That I would have a slightly irrational meltdown should come as a shock to absolutely no one.) You see, I am hormonal. This PCOS bullshish is getting the best of me. As such? I am tired. And tear-y. Often. Like today. Before I tell this story, let…
not a good day report
Dudes. This blows.
Here’s a warning before you get any further into this post. If you are my Uncle Terry or a man NOT married to me, or a wayward student who has randomly found me (please God not that), or someone who is skeeved out by talks of vaginas and periods and other gross things, don’t read…
I can do anything as long as I know there’s an end to it
My motivation to do anything academic has taken a huge plummet and I can’t seem to recover. I’m tired of attitude from teenagers. I’m tired of eye-rolling. I’m tired of the mumbling under the breath. I’m tired of kids who think they don’t have to follow the rules. I’m tired of feeling like they hate…
That time I made an ass of myself in the fabric store
If you follow me on Twitter, you know my afternoon? Kind of blew. To say the least. Joshua and I got up and showered and dressed this morning and decided to go out. Somewhere. And I ended up at Moe’s. So we ate and had a great time and then it was time to go…
WHAT THE FARK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?
OMG. I’m having the worst case of NotPMS-PMS-Crankyassitis EVAR tonight. It’s awful. The good news? I realize this. The bad news? Dan realizes this, too, and has unfortunately born the brunt of my frustrations this evening. I do not know what is up with me. I know I was out of my prescription for Sunday…