I'm not feelin' too swooft.
I'm sittin' in front of the A/C and feel like I could burst into flames.
My hair hurts.
My boobs ache.
It hurts to lay around.
It hurts to sit.
It hurts to walk.
I don't wanna be in bed.
I don't wanna be on the couch.
Roy has left the house twice.
He went for a ride.....he threw me the TV remote and shut the bedroom door.
He came home to check on me....and left again with his chainsaws.
SuperMoodyBitch cries at everything.
I'm not good company at the moment.