So there's an episode of Gilmore Girls where Rory has to do community service, because she was stupid and stole a yacht (I don't even know how you steal a ginormous boat and expect to get away with it) with her slightly annoying boyfriend. So, she's doing community service, and gets into an all-out fight with another misbehaved young lady. Her director, instructor, leader (I don't know what to call him) takes her inside and says, "You cannot be out there with your fight face on!!"
Friends, I've been Rory Gilmore lately.
Don't worry, I haven't stolen any large motor vehicles, or been forced to do about a million hours of community service as punishment...but lately, I have indeed had my fight face on.
Consistently. Kindof for a few weeks now. Just about everything irritates me. My nerves are shot. You know, what pops into my head is the image of a puppy. No, no, let's make it a tiger.
Cause tigers are adorable, yet ferocious ;) Okay, so you've got this tiger, and it's sleeping, and it looks all peaceful and calm and serene. You go over to the tiger and pat it's head a bit, show her a little bit of affection. And I mean, obviously, she likes it: she might as well be a tiny little kitten. But then, uh-oh, you accidentally sit on/step on her tail and bam! You totally just got attacked by the vicious sharp teeth!! Sucks to be you.
Yeah, I've been a bit like that tiger lately, and I feel pretty terrible about it. I just snap and snap and snap, at the littlest things, without even meaning to :/
I just want to go on a nice loooong vacation, or maybe even just go to sleep and not wake up for 3 or 4 days.
In all honesty, I don't think the neverending lack of sunshine is helping out too much either. Blah.
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