I am having a terrible, no good, very bad day.

Why?
I am PMSing out the wazoo so much that I was angry at my bearded buddy for the dumbest reason imaginable.
I can't get my mouth around words.
I want a cigarette.
I want more coffee.
I want a long walk.
I want my knee to stop hurting.
I think I want to go to yoga this afternoon, but I'm not sure.

I can whine all I want.
It's my journal.