I was going to write something witty and charming this morning, but alas...that bone seems to be broken.

I am officially PMSing as of yesterday. I almost cried twice at work for reasons that are normally NOT A BIG DEAL. And then I went on to be rather chipper for the rest of the day. This morning, I have the inadvertent death-ray-beams shooting out of my eyes. Hopefully I won't bring the building down around my ears as I casually glance around me, cutting the steel and concrete girders neatly in two. I should probably bring fresh fruit in to work too, to just go ahead and get that apology out in the open, up front. You know, the apology for becoming a vehement neck-snapping harpie because there was no sugar for coffee and the drink machine is spouting out warm sodas.

Etcetera. I hope everyone has a wonderful Friday, far far away from me. Safely away...