Today I have my cranky pants shoved so far up my @#%$%@ that I’m not sure they can ever be pulled off. I’m not even sure what is going on with me. There isn’t an obvious trigger for this much fuss. So I’m sitting here drinking a cup of tea hoping that I can chill the freak out. I’m not actually being all that nasty but I feel nasty and mean. Ugh. Is today over yet?