This has been a mind-boggling Feminine Week. Well, at least today. I can't even remember the last time I was THIS easily annoyed. And I'm telling you, Harry Potter isn't helping. That boy is so moody, pissed off, and short-tempered right now that he's rubbing off on me. I'm getting all irritated and impatient with him, and with my hormonal imbalance, I don't exactly need his help.

I'm not going to go into exactly WHY I'm so pissed off because it's not even one big thing. It's a million little things so that you don't have anything specific to blame, so you just sit there wanting to put a gun to your head. Jesus, you should have SEEN the temper-tantrum I through today. Luckily, I was in my car so no one had to witness it, but it was bad. I think I just screamed and hit my stearing wheel for a good 15 minutes until I lost my voice and just wore myself into exhaustion. You know, like little bratty kids when they just keep PUSHING those sobs past the point of even wanting to cry anymore, and they force themselves to keep crying until they literally pass out. That was me.

I just realized that I fucked up setting my VCR for the 4000th time, and when I saw that I did that, I felt so much complete rage pulsating through my veins that I thought I was going to punch my fist right through the TV. It wasn't even an oh-well, type of situation. It was an end-of-the-world type thingy. Of course, it's not a big deal, but enough of these goddamn straws already! There is a LIMIT to what this camel can carry.

I'm tired and pissy and making everyone around me miserable. I gotta go before I explode. I need to start surfing this goddamn tide soon because this pre-shit is NOT working for me anymore.