Is it my preconceived opinion about PUGs that makes them such a mess, or are my opinions based on the fact that they’re usually such a mess? What came first: the chicken, or the bad PUG?

I had a big “I told you so” moment today, but couldn’t even enjoy that as much as I’d want, because instead of “I told you so,” I was stuck saying “I told her so,” which isn’t nearly as exciting. I’m now dreading the move, simply for the fact that we’re paying monthly for a room that will hold not just us and our beds and our computers, but every box of everything that we own.

I’m just moody today. I was moody yesterday, too. I cried because I wanted Smirnoff. I don’t know what my deal is. I just feel like screaming and yelling and crying and punching things. Or else, pulling the covers over my head and sleeping for a year.

Not to sound all whiny and bitchy, but if I do, then meh. It’s my blog, right? I just feel very small and useless right now. Not as a World of Warcraft player, but as a person in general. I don’t know what it is. I think it’s my basement-dwelling. I’m falling back into a funk again and I want to shake it. Again. I can’t let myself fall again, you know?

Meh.