I started this lovely morning feel so prickly. That turned into being pounced on, verbally. A tried and true favorite of us all, I'm sure. That transferred a few solid hours of puke-y. Very much so. Followed by being generally perturbed. And while I wait, hoping to get to "pooped," I'm both panicked and put-off. Please please let a new month start already.
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