I am in possibly the most vile mood I've known in ages. Work has far too much going on and I've already gotten weeded for the week - it's only MONDAY and I'm weeded. FUCK!
Trooper finally gets home tonight and nothing is done that I'd hoped to get done.
My belly is going "Hungry - no, wait - Barfy! No, uh - hmm...hungry? Crap. No, no, no. Definitely barfy. Yes. Er - maybe."
I want my mommy and my woobie, a Dilly Bar and a dark room.
And I can hear mommer, now - "Want in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up faster!"