I have to say, I'm a little freaked out that I got this spam email about four seconds after a sudden, stabbing pain in my side had subsided.

The thing about being an emotional basketcase is that it really wears you out. So of course, being overtired, you're even more off your rocker, and so when you go to have a nap, you need very little excuse to wind up snivelling and crying under the covers for an hour or two instead. And, you know, bawling? Tiring. Not to mention you never got that nap. So you're really pretty tired. Which kind of makes you an emotional basketcase.

My life is so ridiculous.

And now my head hurts, so I think I am going to make some hot chocolate and read Hikago for a while.