Can I just get these flipping ovaries removed or whatever it is that is making me feel like I'm going to cry over Hallmark commercials every 5 seconds? Is it that time of the month? Is it my meds? How the hell should I know? But it sucks.
Dean... yes, DEAN, who rarely does anything without prompting and massive amounts of motivation(besides code, that is) unless it is something really fun like taking over my soccer practices or deciding to teach all the kids in the neighborhood to play basketball (PRECISELY one of the reasons I love him so much)- has set us up to take a ballroom dancing class tonight. WTF? Of all the things... but okay- I have this beautiful, full-skirted blue satin dress I've been dying to wear somewhere-totally 40's style and a cute and comfortable pair of t-strap pumps. But...
I don't know, it feels off to me. And I think it is because I am crazy not myself between my meds and hormones and for going so many days straight with little to no sleep so I could give Ave nebulizer treatments throughout the night and... well... I don't know.
For once, I really feel like a stick in the mud. Like seriously. This is so not me. I am still in my pajamas, though at least I'm wearing my silk ones. Don't worry, no small children were forced into hand-burning labor for this silk, so get off my ass.
See? Hormones. I'm telling you.
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