Pissy

Man am I cranky today! I'm sure it's 75% exhaustion (baby was up twice last night for nearly 2 hours in total) and perhaps 15% frustration at some of the morons in my workplace but that other 10% - who knows where it's come from. I just want to crawl under my desk with a bag of doritos and growl at passersby.

Is that so wrong?

Hmmm... I think I just threatened to stab a doctor with my pen (in absentia of course since the doctor in question is several provinces away). Perhaps I need to medicate myself with sugar and carb ladened goodness?