If I tell you I'm being a bitch then it makes me NOT a bitch!

I hate being in a bad mood.
I'm going to blame it on the dreams I cannot remember from last night.

Though I'm sure watching two (Pretty Young Girls and Restrepo) depressing documentaries doesn't help.
I'm addicted to the depressing elements of reality!

(But I finally have finished one of the ten books I chose to read for my new year's resolution. And I'm almost done with the second)

Today I am a prickly cactus.

love.love.love.