Somebody Kill Me
I am so cranky today it isn't even funny. I still don't feel good, I woke up at 3am, I'm hungry and have NO money and the work keeps piling up on my desk. Jim has bronchitis and is home sick. (Sick men SUCK. Whiny-ass babies. Not that I'm any better right now.) I pretty much want to kill everybody - not because they are doing anything - just because. My work stocks cold medicine - and I think I have taken enough Sudafed to outfit a meth lab. I sorta wanna cry, too.