Guys, tomorrow is Monday, and I'm pretty upset about that.
I am coping by drinking a WHOLE GODDAMN BOTTLE OF WHITE WINE and watching period dramas.
It is sort of working.
Also I ate half a pizza.
WHY DOES TOMORROW HAVE TO BE MONDAY?!
Life has been stressful in Blammo Land for the past couple of weeks. Coworkers have been weird and awful. Weekends have been excessively busy. I get depressed sometimes, and this has been one of those times. I have not been very nice to my husband. But I gave my dog a bath today, so it is almost as if I am a functioning member of this household!
Tomorrow is Monday. Goddamnit.
Has this been coherent? Maybe not? Sorrynotsorry. But I will probably be embarrassed and delete this tomorrow. On Monday.