Nothing fits me right.
I'm tired, but I haven't been sleeping well.
I'm lonely, but don't want to be around people.
And I'm hungry...for everything.
Take all of that, wrap it up, and stamp a big ol' PMS on it. Even Jeremy recognizes what's going down..which would explain all the cowering he's been doing. Ha, just kidding. I managed to stay away from the vending machine today, but barely. That snickers bar was calling my name...loudly.
I just want to curl up in bed, with extra blankets, my kindle, my Lola, endless episodes of Bones, and Ben & Jerry's ice cream (lots of it).