blaargh

As previously mentioned, I'm running out of things to care about. I'm so stressed about the end of the school year, money, packing our entire apartment to move to another apartment less than a quarter mile away, the end of the school year and then also money that I'm going to go crazy. Not the adorable, "would you look at that? She's so stressed she's making cookies! And cleaning!" type of stress. Much like my tendency to look terribly ugly when I cry (puffy, red face and...and...oh...it's just terrible. It makes me want to cry thinking about how horrible I look when I cry), I'm an ugly stress case. I get mean and grumpy and want to sleep.

In closing: please bring me a cookie.

Thank you.