I’m a hormone cocktail right now. Make that plural. It’s like after a night out when you end up crying for no reason, arms hugging the porcelain throne. Eff you menstruation.

PS It’d be nice if you let me catch a break from the sappy tears. Crying over Disneyland places me among the ranks of the 7 year olds who have just been told that they can’t go… and that’s embarrassing.