sigh

Dumped some bad mood stuff out of this entry because I am feeling self-conscious about posting about being in a bad mood. Other people might think I'm a raving bitch, or something. It sounds so much more ridiculous when I manage to type the text out, but fuck if it isn't screwing with the inside of my brain.

My phone is full of numbers of people from the internet who I haven't called in ages and therefore feel weird about calling ever again because hi, my brain is made of frosted fruitcake. Wanna raise a hand if you are pro phone conversations with depressed Juls?

I give up on getting any fucking thing done today. I'm gonna go flop in the guest room on the fiendishly clever ikea sofa bed and watch another season of The Nanny.