I’m not one to easily give in to bitching and complaining.
Those who know me know that I am annoyingly cheery to the point of puking. You know, the kind that always infuriatingly looking at the bright side of everything.
But HOLY FUCKING* FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER!
*The F-word was for Le Clown’s benefit
I just collapsed on my bed. My whole body is shaking and I’m dangerously on the verge of tears.
I’m not sad. I’m not depressed. I’m not even stressed out.
I’m just exhausted. The physical kind. Thank goodness the Gala is tomorrow and I’ll be able to sleep after that