Happy Holidaze!

Merry Christmas, you magnificent weirdos. I am grateful for you all. 

And also for pie.

And Paxil.

And wine. SO much wine.

But mostly for you all, I swear.

Why…ARE people?

I was in a perfectly fine mood this morning after seeing many sweatered dogs at the farmers market. Dogs in sweaters are, like, bonus Paxil.

But then I spent 2 hours with my family, and got a few texts about work, and now I’m in bed with a blanket over my head and earplugs to block out any outside noise that may infiltrate my fragile senses.

Apparently even though the Pill stops my actual period, it doesn’t do much for PMS with a side of family and stress.

Anyone got any crack?