Ugh.

I'm having a pretty off day. Even with the prozac smoothing the edges down and enabling me to feel more level than before, today's pretty rough. I don't really know why either. Maybe it's the come-down from seeing Frank Turner on Sunday. Maybe it's knowing that things are going to get harder and that we're going to be moving.

I dunno.

I'm hair-trigger for EVERYTHING. I've cried about 3 different times, I've snapped at my gramma, and I've basically been a bitch all over the place.

( I'm talking to Christy again. )