PRICKLY
5.15.07

Today I feel prickly. Exhausted. Grumpy. Moody. Irritated.

I am, quite frankly, very tired of the tedious routines and responsibilites that make up my life. I am tired of thinking about what to cook for dinner and going to birthday parties having meaningless conversations and the science fair and the stupid luau party fundraiser. I am tired of being strong and positive and smiling and saying good morning and staying focused and talking about schools and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

BLAH.

I want to wear a shirt that says "F off. I'm in one of those moods (again)." I want to leave post-its on the Hummers parked on campus that say, "What a wasteful, environmentally toxic piece of fat crap you are."

I want to visit blogs that are happy and oblivous and la-la that say here's-what-I-did-with-so-and-so-at-such-and-such and post an anyonymous comment that says: "Who gives a flying squirrel's ass what you do. Get a REAL life and stop taking up space."

I don't want an explanation for my "mood." I don't care if this is because I am bipolar. I don't care if it's PMS. I really really really don't care. WhatEVER.

I am taking my mouthful of pills that does god knows what in my brain and am going to sleep.