A Bad Case of the Crazies

Combine pre-holiday stress with a job change (tomorrow's my last day of teaching, and then we'll be relying much more on the online writing for income), a $98 ticket for expired vehicle registration (because I never received the tabs in the mail after ordering them online), a grandma in the hospital, a day of feeling vaguely sick and disgusting, plus the guilt of not getting through even half the work I had planned for that day, and you end up with a pretty scary Amber.

I'm feeling better now, thanks to burger-fries-root beer float-boyfriend therapy.