It's snowing out like a mo-fo.
I'm not sure how well the drive home is going to go and I'm getting a headache just thinking about it. I just want to be in my bed, covered with my down comforter and hiding from the world. Instead, I'm at work. I'm at work because I'm dedicated to getting ahead. Or something.
Today, I just want to be in bed and never see the world again.
Or shooting aliens who are trying to destroy planet Earth.
Or smoking packs of cigarettes over and over.
One of those things.
I'm super stressed out right now with work, and moving, and projects, and writing, and quitting smoking, and worrying that I've only gotten my period once in the last six months (no, I'm not pregnant). It might be that last thing that is stressing me out the most. I know I should go to the doctor but I hate going to the doctor more than anything and "hey, I don't get all crampy and bleed once a month" seems like a relatively good health condition to have but still, I'm trying to be a responsible adult so I should be going to the doctor.... Maybe I just need to go home and watch a bunch of romantic comedies and have a good cry and maybe I'll get my period and be a girl again. Fuck.
So yes, I could've really really gone for a snow day today.
Or some hugs. Maybe hugs most of all.