I don’t feel like I can even put a coherent thought together at this moment.

The pounding in my head is too great… which is to say it’s horrible.

For some reason, it has this side effect of making me want to pound my fist.

I have zero patience, which doesn’t mix well with kids who are unwilling to be obedient to my requests.

I’m pretty sure this all means I should hide under the covers and never come out.