One for the road.

Why am I such a fucking mess?

I hate working overnights, but last night was fun with Mark. I'm glad he enjoys gossip magazines as much as I do. Tonight round two and I'm not excited.

My hormones are going bonkers. So is my body. Just crumbling, crumbling, crumbling.

I feel like poop. Emotionally and physically.

Let me know when the weather breaks.