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I've been tired, run-down, and bitchy lately. And when I say bitchy, I had to move to the back of the bus where it's all noisy and rattley and clench my fists into my backpack straps this morning to keep from stabbing some woman in the the neck for chewing her gum with her mouth open with what sounded like a hyper-production of saliva issue. IT WAS LOUD. I had the pen in my pocket and errthang.

Little things are pissing me off to no end lately. I'd usually mark them to bitch about in heavily filtered posts, but they're such little, inconsequential shits on the road of life that it aint hardly worth the effort to step over them, so I haven't been posting.

I'm probably PMSing, yeah, but there's something layered over it that I haven't gotten to the root of yet that's more than just wonky monthly hormones.

So um, yeah, if I'm antisocial for the next while, it's nothing personal, I'm just actively trying not to kill you. Fair warning.

Right now I'ma go find something warm to put in my face. The hunger rage can't be helping any. Nor can day two of the it's-june-why-the-fuck-am-i-freezings.