Oh for the love of Elvis.

I'm having an afternoon where I'd like to scream, cry, laugh, bite the bejesus out of my arms, get roaringly drunk, hide under a desk, throw up, be loud & obnoxious, and fuck the next good looking guy that walks in front of me. Simultaneously.

I'm about ready to jump out of my skin for no apparent reason. My caffiene intake was no higher than usual, and it's not PMS. We'll just chalk it up to... well, I don't know what the fuck to chalk it up to. Give me another fifteen minutes and I'll probably cycle again.

OH. And I'm going out tonight. Probably. So this should be amusing.

(And Steph, before you ask. Yes. That's the one.)

Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!

More to come.