In other news, I’ve been in an intermittently shitty mood lately. Rampant self-doubt, inability to communicate adequately (to my own standards, anyway; some may have noticed, some not), mood swings at the most inappropriate of times.
Today, I want to be a housewife, so that I am never again required to prove anything to anyone. I mean, except for my loving husband, but I think I could manage to keep him happy.
This has been prompted by some things, some failings of mine, some hormonal ups and downs, but mostly it’s just a bad confluence of events. Phooey.
Tell me a joke.
