I am exhausted.
I am grumpy.
I am irrational.
I can't sleep.
I have a constant headache.
I have no motivation.
I don't want social contact, just give me a warm dark corner away from everyone thanks.
I have an unpredictable and violent temper, and a foul mouth.
There is something wrong with me.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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1 comment:
So what the fuck's wrong with a foul fucking mouth anyway? ;O
I'm afraid that parenting can bring out the yuckies in anyone; trust me, I'm an expert.
No more comments though. I'll leave you in your dark hole until you're ready to come back out.
PS. There seems to be an almost global funk in Blogland at the moment. Maybe we're contagious(?)
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