This is not really a post at all.

Today I'm feeling like an exhausted toddler about one minute away from a complete meltdown whose mother is tiptoeing around praying she falls asleep before The Worst happens. I have no good reason for this -- got enough sleep, don't really get pms and it's the wrong time anyway, made it through the day with only a minor setback or two -- but I'm really suspecting that my shit is about to be lost, and so I think that in lieu of an entry of any substance, I'm going to go curl up on the world's most comfortable bed to read for a while.

Peace out.