yuck. i woke up on the crabby side of the bed this morning. even as the last of my odd sexual co-worker and scooterboy dreams wore off i could tell i was crabby.

it’s the PMS. my nipples are like rocks of pain and fire. my face is all frowny. it’s one of those days with endless possibilities and i can already tell not a damn thing will make me happy.

grrr. . . i am going to annoy myself today.