I don’t have time for you, psycho blast of bizarre and unrelated emotion. Please come back when we’re not in the middle of a move. And when I don’t have work to do. And decisions to make. And candy to purchase.
It hit me a few days ago. Same way it always does. I get a couple of weird facial blemishes and I know I’m in for it. Major crazytown. It looks like this…..…and then 2.5 nano-seconds later, it looks like this…..But most of the time it looks like this…..Its a dash of depression mixed with a gallon of hormonal weirdness and a cup and a half of stress (mix until lumpy). Tune in later this week for some real happytown action.