Ugh.

Why am I in such a rotten mood? Could it be that I am working on DEATH statistics at Pfizer? Could it be that it is cold and rainy? Could it be PMS? Regardless of the culprit, I will most likely kill someone by the end of the day (at least in my head).

Pet Peeve: When people (that you don't know) sigh or yawn really loud in an elevator with you. It's like screaming look at me, oh poor me, ask me how tired or discontent I am. PLEASE.

Like I care. I have my own problems, pipsqueak.

Uh, yeah.