It's like Christmas in November, except not.

[apocalypsos]

Dear Rick Santorum,

Suck it, dillhole.

Sincerely,

Me

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That made me feel better tonight right up until the point during my three o'clock break when I walked into the ladies' room and vomited for five minutes straight. And now instead of going to bed and getting some much-needed sleep I have to take the cat to the vet and bring it back again afterwards, meaning I should get to bed just in time to get maybe four hours of sleep if I'm lucky.

I really need to explain the concept of what a person who works a twelve-hour-a-night shift does during the day to my mother, because it apparently didn't sink in the last five million times I bitched about it.

Also, the next person who responds to my nausea by asking me if I'm pregnant gets to watch me cry in my car as I go through another mood swing in the general direction of "loneliness." *grumbles*