It started out as a good week

I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’ve gone batshit crazy. I can’t get these irritable moods out of my head.

It was a good week. I hung out with my girls, the Bulls beat the Heat, my boys tied with Mexico, my brother got into college, everything felt GOOD.

Then I don’t know what happened. Plans to hang out with the boy yesterday fell through. We’re moving to our new house today and it’s stressing me the fuck out. And I work later today. Somehow I woke up a raging ball of anger.

It started out as a good week. But I’m having the most fucked up end to it ever.