grrr...

what is wrong with me.

ever since I've gotten home from work i'm just a ball of crankiness. I feel like I'm doing my best to repress it, but damn.

Every little thing is bugging me. Music, tv shows, food. Nothing pleases me.

There is a little light at the end of the tunnel. I do have the afternoon to myself tomorrow. And it can't come fast enough.

I keep thinking I should call my sister and see if she wants to do something. She's been bugging me for weeks to. But at the same time, part of me just wants to be alone. We'll see how I feel tomorrow.

Maybe I should just get some sleep. ugh.